While I prefer being a reculse in this unfrequented corner of the cyber-ia - mainly because I have nothing interesting to say, in a consistent fashion, to the imagined and real 'blog' readership, and more important say it well (in marketing speak, the blog is not the product), I admire the work of bloggers like Amardeep Singh, who manage to unearth marvels and curiosities for all of us, the unwashed blogging masses, in posts such as this one on Ramo Samee, an Indian juggler in 19th century Britain.

So I left him this note:

Hi Amardeep,

The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea – Isak Dinesen

Since the sea is too distant From this landlocked city For drowning in,

And tears merely inappropriate For this green summer with its nesting Cardinals breakfasting at the bird feeder,

I have turned to sprinting For the requisite salt.

Is not that one blessed morning,
Grazed by a prophet’s finger,
He began to see

But the realization that he
Was not seeing all along
Until the instant he stepped into
A pile of dog shit and acquired
A shirt of buzzing f-
lies.