Lapham's Quarterly

de bene esse: literally, of well-being, morally acceptable but subject to future validation or exception 

"Office work: a wearisome jumble;
ink drafts: a crosshatch of deletions and smears.
Racing the writing brush, no time to eat,
sun slanting down but never a break;
swamped and muddled in records and reports,
head spinning till it’s senseless and numb—
I leave off and go west of the wall,
climb the height and let my eyes roam:
square embankments hold back the clear water,
wild ducks and geese at rest in the middle—
Where can I get a pair of whirring wings
so I can join you to bob on the waves?"

Liu Jian, writing in c. 216, would like the weekend to begin: http://bit.ly/gDsvIz