Paul Klinger

While walking about
James Island

Elder Pratt discovered
an old fort wall        of

Oistershells & earth

To say nothing of the Soapwort we noticed
in Heyward’s Garden.



The Common drink
of the Countrey,

reports Thomas Newe,

is Molossus and Water.



Woodward remembers his encounter with the Mica at Silver Bluff:

The soales of my Indian shooes in which I traveled glistened         like sylver.



Later this same Woodward
mentions the natives’

Anticke fighting garbe



He proceeds with his account: I fired
my fowling peece

Quite different from some other accounts such as one


Your Loving Friend,
                       Will Hilton



Bird specimens:

Catesby eviscerated them,
baked them,

and then covered them with tobacco dust.



Raisins, silk, oyl,
olives, almonds, currance,

geese, Widgeons,

lin-seed, English fruit,
Medlars, Mulbury-Trees.



Then the Baptists sidled over from newingland.



Storm sewers
cleaned with

certain instruments.


The toilet was
the Necessary.





This poem was written during a trip to South Carolina in 2005. I was reading a lot of colonial advertisements. My favorite was Thomas Ashe.

The original poem was stenciled onto strips of paper. Each strip of paper was a sentence. There were around thirty of them. I visited this map shop that bought up expensive old books and cut them up to sell the plates individually. They were making a lot of money off Marcus Catesby. So does John Derian.