tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169597.post111533207984625289..comments2023-10-31T04:46:50.678-04:00Comments on Stregoneria: Angerlorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976499853247756152noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169597.post-1115779811115819202005-05-10T22:50:00.000-04:002005-05-10T22:50:00.000-04:00Anger is a gift - it's an emotion. It means we fee...Anger is a gift - it's an emotion. It means we feel, we react, we marvel at the lack of reason which plagues our fellow beings...<BR/><BR/>For instance, I'm angry at your troll. It won't destroy me... but it makes me feel triumphant that I was born with all my faculties, gifted with fullness of life, and (had I been born male) am not missing any of my testicles.Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503327097938891097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169597.post-1115517908989548472005-05-07T22:05:00.000-04:002005-05-07T22:05:00.000-04:00I would vote for you as queen of the Universe, but...I would vote for you as queen of the Universe, but that's just me.Some Guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10005929871944388002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169597.post-1115433725155162922005-05-06T22:42:00.000-04:002005-05-06T22:42:00.000-04:00One other thing has to be said about your anger. I...One other thing has to be said about your anger. It is boring. Seriously. Try to get out of yourself. Clue: Railing about Washington won't get it done.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169597.post-1115350475175678552005-05-05T23:34:00.000-04:002005-05-05T23:34:00.000-04:00In case your highness desires another poem: Double...In case your highness desires another poem: <BR/><BR/>Doubletake<BR/> by Seamus Heaney<BR/><BR/>Human beings suffer,<BR/> they torture one another,<BR/>they get hurt and get hard.<BR/>No poem or play or song<BR/>can fully right a wrong<BR/>inflicted and endured. <BR/><BR/>The innocent in gaols<BR/>beat on their bars together.<BR/>A hunger-striker's father<BR/>stands in the graveyard dumb.<BR/>The police widow in veils<BR/>faints at the funeral home<BR/><BR/>History says, Don't hope<BR/>on this side of the grave.<BR/>But then, once in a lifetime<BR/>the longed for tidal wave<BR/>of justice can rise up,<BR/>and hope and history rhyme.<BR/> <BR/>So hope for a great sea-change<BR/>on the far side of revenge.<BR/>Believe that a further shore<BR/>is reachable from here.<BR/>Believe in miracles<BR/>and cures and healing wells.<BR/><BR/>Call the miracle self-healing:<BR/>The utter self-revealing<BR/> double-take of feeling.<BR/> if there's fire on the mountain<BR/> or lightning and storm<BR/> and a god speaks from the sky.<BR/><BR/>That means someone is hearing<BR/> the outcry and the birth-cry<BR/> of new life at its term.<BR/><BR/>Seamus Heaney, <BR/> The Cure at TroyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com