Oh, Holly Mali, you endearing feacles. Welcome to the Blind by a Podcast. It's week number

31.

This week's poem has been contributed by the actor Nick Nolte.

Bruce Lee was so healthy, his heart burst. I swear to you, it's the truth. I read about

it on an online forum. The people who told me were so passionate, so knowledgeable. These

people spoke truth. One night, he was eiled up in front of a mirror near Hoboken, admiring

his nude body. Suddenly, his heart burst. Such was his health. The exact mechanics of

his death were covered up by Jewish people. That was Bruce Lee was so healthy, his heart

burst by Hollywood actor Nick Nolte. Thank you very much, Nick. I'm so glad that you

listened to the podcast and that you're so enamored by it. And thank you for that letter

that you sent me. So I'm just going to go straight into the, I won't say a theme, but

something in this podcast that I want to speak about. I want to talk about a dog saint,

a dog saint called Saint Guinefort. I was having an old squint through some early medieval

art, you know, some religious art and fucking Pinterest or something, I don't know. And I

came across this fucking mad painting from about the 14th century. And I thought it was fake,

like thought it was fucking fake. This is one interested me. So it was this kind of fairly

standard, 2D fucking early medieval religious panel. And it was kind of almost Byzantine style

because it had that lovely gold leaf in the background. But it was like the body of a man,

his hand one hand up and the other hand was holding like a bishop's cross here with a cross.

But the man had the head of a dog. So I was like, what the fuck? I can't become a cross

early medieval painting. What a man has a dog's head. What a religious saintly figure has a

dog's head. And then not immediately, immediately go on on a fucking an information hall to try and

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