An Anthology of Death
Wm Davis age 100.8 dide oc 5 1841
wars old soldier in rev ware and got his
thie brok in last fire at Kinge’s monte
he wars farmer and made brandy
and never had Drunker in famly
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Franky Davis his wife age 87 dide Sep 10 1842
she had nirve fite wolves all nite at shogar camp
to save her caff throde fier chonks
the camp wars half mile from home
noe she must have nirv to fite wolf all nite
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Charley Kiney age 72 dide may 10 1852
wars farmer live in mt on bluey rige at kiney gap
he had 4 wimmin cors marid to one
rest live on farme
all went to felde work to mak grain
all wen to crib for ther bread
all went smok hous for there mete
he cilde bote 75 to 80 hoges every yere
and wimen never had wordes bout him
haven so many wimin
if he wod be living this times
wod be hare pulde
thar wars 42 children blong to him
they all wento preching togethern
nothing sed des aver body go long smoth
help one nother
never had any foes
got along smoth with avery bodi
I nod him
COMMENTARY
Written down by uncle jake carpenter of Three-Mile Creek, Avery County , in the western mountains of North Carolina . The impulse to poetry in these “obituaries” – some written long after the actual deaths – may not be much different from that in Edgar Lee Masters’ Spoon River Anthology & other elegies. Now known as “Uncle Jake Carpenter’s Anthology of Death,” the title by his own reference was to his “Son-of-a-Gun Book” or his “Jot-em-down- Book” – a red-backed account ledger in which he recorded the deaths of many of his fellow citizens over a seventy-year span. The work also enters contemporary American poetry through Jonathan Williams’s poem “From Uncle Jake Carpenter’s Anthology of Death on Three-Mile Creek.”
2 comments:
I love these found poems--reminds me of a time one summer evening when I found a pile of field stones stacked between the corn fields and the woods. The sun was low in the sky and the chisled markings on each stone were visible in high relief. J. L. L. 1844, etc.--the remnants of the family that had lived on that plot of land, now thrown to the side to make way for another's plow.
Jesse Glass
Teach me to make touchfull poem please
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