
Originally Posted by
Virgil
I think I do it every day.

I'd be most interested to hear any one of these reproaches, though they might better fit in some other forum. Come to think of it, we haven't seen a poem of yours in quite some time.

Originally Posted by
qimissung
Which is what makes it so effective, imo.
The "love" I meant is the blackest sort of love, the sort one might feel when one has absolutely exhausted the resources of hatred. The sort referred to here:
"[Hate] has a lot in common with love, chiefly with that self-transcending aspect of love, the fixation on others, the dependence on them and in fact the delegation of a piece of one's identity to them... The hater longs for the object of his hatred...[It] is a diabolical attribute of the fallen angel... A state of the spirit that aspires to be God, that may even think it is God, and is tormented by indications that it is not and cannot be. [The typical hater displays] a serious face, a quickness to take offense, strong language, shouting, the inability to step outside himself and his own foolishness." Vaclav Havel, at a conference on the subject of hatred, convened by Elie Wiesel in Oslo in August or September 1990. Quoted in Lance Morrow, "The Anatomy of Hate," Time Magazine, 17 9 90, p. 88