Word: hates
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...best of Chicago and San Francisco, frequently extending toward what's best in modern jazz. When they do play someone else's songs (Mick Jagger's Empty Heart, for one), Ivers tends to throw his harp away and accompany the other four with a running chorus of "I hate this song!" yelled at the audience. "We're The Streetchoir," whispers former Renaissance man Tschudin into the microphone, "and we don't play anything you've ever heard before...
Boston's heroes immediately began plotting revenge. Soon after the game, Fenway Park was the scene of a vignette that would have brightened the eyes of any mother whose kiddies hate their homework. While most of the other players were sipping beer in the locker room, there in the batting cage stood Boston's idol, the man they call Yaz-Tremendouski, taking batting practice, while Coach Bobby Doerr called "Keep your hands high! Quick, now! Snap those wrists!" For 30 minutes it continued before Yaztrzemski was sat isfied. "Tomorrow," he said, "I'm gonna get three hits...
...became Nat's obsession and divine mission to kill all the white people in Southampton, Virginia. Styron, with historical justification, isolates Nat from his murderous followers and portrays the man's pure hate; it is calm, intelligent, and unrepentant. Others, says Styron, "hate but with a hatred which is all sullenness and impotent resentment, like the helpless, resigned fury one feels toward indifferent Nature throughout long days of relentless heat or after periods of unceasing rain." Nat, however, had known the white man and had been cultivated...
...hate to be the kind of guy who upsets anybody's fond hopes, but this is one of those times when a sports-writer just has to be brave...
...chant began, built louder and whirled towards frenzy, leaving the words behind. Just screams, then shrieks. Boundaries dissolved. We were one being pushing the cry of orgasm out from the caverns of the stadium which formed our body. A fearful rage of fulfillment that blasted the selfishness and hate which had made us impotent for so many years...