In the Sack

erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

[In the sack, I speak with the Lord,
nothing that my head would house for free;
fill the old thinking cup with cribbage.
My singing proves a very bad wind.]

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 2 January 1659/60 (Yes, this is going to be a series, I think)

Posted in
Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa.

Leave a Reply