A Poem by John Grey
There’s someone screaming in your house.
It’s the stomach cancer, you say.
Your Aunt Sophie has come to live with you.
Or die with you as the case may be.
But there’s laughter too.
From the daily archives:
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Robert McNamara passed yesterday. It is quite telling of our society that his death will not receive the press coverage of a certain pedophile/pop star. But that’s probably for the better. In other diplomatic news, Obama is in Russia; perhaps he can pick up some avant-garde fakes while he’s in the country. There are an astounding number of them; ARTNews has the story. Speaking of fake, The Globe explores hedonism in our family values-espousing leaders. In other news, the impact of Orwell’s flaws is revisited, as is the approach to psychiatric treatment. Google undertook a major book-scanning project, but now the DOJ is investigating. Finally, in case you missed it, Philosophy and Literature blasted the Guidelines for Bias-Free Writing back in 1996. Good day to you sirs…uh, madames…uh, people. — Andrew Geer
