Passionate poem. Brilliant use of language. Enjoyed it thoroughly.

Amusing. It made me think of a tea-party tempest -- steaming.

The language is pithy, but enjoyable. The point of view is yet to be taken through the lens of the reader's individual choice.

Thoughtful review of this piece and publication policy for poetry in general at SHARKPACK: http://sharkpackpoetry.com/2011/06/02/carol-muske-dukes-hate-mail/

An intriguing gambit. Self-insult checkers or chess, or an attempt at inhabiting the throne of scorn, Queen of Hearts in a house of cards. I'm a little uneasy with the "Executive Committee" language, simply because it lacks the crushing arrogance and extravagant brutality that I have witnessed from actual totalitarian courts, in such places as China or Saudi Arabia. If a poet were dragged before such a court, there would be no playfulness or flirting in the dispensation of power-- such "authority" does not care for dialogue, or any other engagement which might call it into question. Simply put, the Executive Committee would reduce you to a symbol of their contempt, perhaps with a sign around your neck which reads, "Class Traitor", a heavy wooden sign suspended from a metal wire around your neck which cuts at you so that the blood runs down your shirt, and then you stumble forward through a crowd that is laughing and screaming at you, and then you are made to get on your knees and beg for a forgiveness which will never be granted. Critics love to slap and flirt-- authoritarian regimes, not so much. But otherwise a very interesting poem. Snarky voice in my heads says, in a voice that sounds suspiciously like that of Andy Warhol: "Hardly anybody cares enough about anything to really "hate it", hatred is just the new performance to get noticed, the same way loving used to be."