A Poem by Corey Mesler
My Aunt Agni
sends me a personal note.
Stop dreaming,
you little jerk, and do some
real work.
My Aunt Agni
only wants what’s best for
me, I think.
She’s my mother’s ugly
sister but we all
love her for her songs and
the way she does
the laundry.
From the daily archives:
Friday, June 12, 2009
It’s Friday. Yessss. So let’s take it nice and easy, shall we? OK, first up is Francis Bacon. There’s an interesting article about his belief in the power of meat in Intelligent Life. Then we have the classic dubbya. The man wrote an essay about his father. Gawker put it to the test. The result: W is no Joan Didion. A debut novel from an African-American author wins a pricey Irish prize, the foolishness and virtue of work are extolled in Salon, UC Riverside attains a trove of rare Thai literature, and finally, to sand things down, we have Liesl Schillinger. You know, from the NY Times Book Review. She’s got a Web site of her own, too. On it she hones the art of crafting modern language. Thanks, Liesl. – Kevin Murphy
