I would like to blog today but I can't.
I don't feel like blogging about the News of the World
The Murdoch press, or Rebekah Brooks
And I don't feel like blogging further about Johann Hari.
I don't feel like blogging about Iraq or Afghanistan or Libya
Or about R2P or humanitarian intervention.
I don't feel like blogging about Israel or anti-Semitism.
And I don't feel like blogging about smoking bans, other bans, democracy, human rights or freedom of speech.
I would like to blog today but I can't.
I would really like to blog but I can't.
I don't want to blog about cricket or football or country music.
I don't want to blog about jazz or movies, about soaps or about songs of the states.
I've got nothing to say right now about atheism or religion
And a philosophical argument about anything at all I am unable to find.
I don't want to blog about AV or the UN, about UCU or EmmyLou
Or about Jane Austen, Anne Tyler, Philip Roth or the Stoke of Poges.
I wish not to blog about germs or worms.
I would really like to blog but I can't.
To blog today I wish I could.
I am hunting about in the search for something to blog.
I have been to the Guardian, the Times, the Indie and the Telegraph
To the Australian, the Sydney Morning Herald and the Age.
I have visited the New York Times, the Washington Post, the LA Times and the Boston Globe.
I shall go next to the Globe and Mail, the Star, to Spiegel Online and the Irish Times.
I've done a long run through my blogroll.
I've been everywhere, man; of travel I've had my share.
To blog today I wish I could, but I can't.
It seems I can't.
Not about Obama or Osama, about Ahmadinejad or Ed Miliband.
Not about cows lying down or cows standing up
And not about ploughs - or, as it may be, plows - any which way.
Not about hows, whys or wherefores, or even therefores
Not about this, that or the other, and not about in any case.
Not the former, or the latter, and certainly not Sepp Blatter.
Today I am lost and defeated.
Who knows what tomorrow or the next day will bring?
