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Her name is Laure-Anne Bosselaar, and I hope I say her name right on the radio...not because I want to be correct, but because she'll be listening and has a degree in elocution. (Check out her remarkable bio.)
The Pleasures of Hating
I hate Mozart. Hate him with that healthy
pleasure one feels when exasperation has
crescendoed, when lungs, heart, throat,
and voice explode at once: I hate that! -
there's bliss in this, rapture. My shrink
tried to disabuse me, convinced I use Amadeus
as a prop: Think further, your father perhaps?
I won't go back, think of the shrink
with a powdered wig, pinched lips, mole:
a transference, he'd say, a relapse: so be it.
I hate broccoli, chain saws, patchouli, bra-
clasps that draw dents in your back, roadblocks,
men in black kneesocks, sandals and shorts-
I love hating that. Loathe stickers on tomatoes,
jerky, deconstruction, nazis, doilies. I delight
in detesting. And love loving so much after that.
(Laure-Anne Bosselaar, "The Pleasures of Hating" from Small Gods of Grief. Copyright © 2001 by Laure-Anne Bosselaar. Used by permission of the poet and BOA Editions, Ltd., www.boaeditions.org.)
Laure-Anne Bosselaar joins us on PT on Tuesday the 16th to read "The Pleasures of Hating"...and it's an evocative, rhythmic, churning read, you gotta hear it! I'll post a link to the audio as soon as I get my hands on it.
Very curious to hear if there's music you love to hate? Leave a comment.
More poems by Laure-Anne Bosselaar here. Interview with her here.
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