Ernest asks: 'If a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, why not stick both your hands in a bush?'
Ernest Seeker is an occasional performance poet and describes himself as a man in search of the truth. His employment record includes jobs as a water drinker at a reservoir for Southern Water (where official sources deny his purpose was to keep the water down to appropriate levels. They also insist that Mr.Seeker's affliction with typhoid, resulting in his leaving their employment, was an unrelated coincidence). He became a lookout man for the Messiah for a group of Jewish paranoid-schizophrenics at a halfway house in Golder's Green, before finding his fortune as a door-to-door sandpaper salesman, eventually retiring to a shared attic in the Fishersgate area.
Free association styled prose from Julian Cloran, visual artist, writer, poet and agent provocateur. Random musings, which are sometimes cynical, but always intended for amusement, stimulation and entertainment. Comments are welcomed so don't be shy. Simply click on 'comments' to post yours.
SEEK AND YE SHALL FIND, ERNEST!
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