Andy: (commenting on Snodgrass's poem) >> This is, like, bizarre. Maybe you love it and are dumping it on me? I sure >> don't love it. I don't even like it. In fact, I hate it. << You hate it? But it's you. It's the most pessimistic, depressing poem I've ever read. It's pure you, you the one who sees nothing in humanity but violence and stupidity. Actually, I do love the poem. I love the kick in the balls that comes from the juxtaposition of the ideas that all values depend first and foremost on the desire to exist, with the idea that from that value comes the terribly ironic world summed up in "what evil, what unspeakable crime have you make your life worth?" It sends chills down my spine. Human beings are astonishing creatures, the complexity of our lives surpasses all description. Yet you would dismiss us all as "stupid", that too astonishes me. I guess that confirms you're human. : ) Mike Geary Memphis