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A huge breast, an avid cave; between her legs snakes, swamp-grass, or teeth; on her lap a helpless infant or a martyred son. She exists for one purpose: to bear and nourish the son.

Adrienne Rich

Re-vision – the act of looking back, of seeing with fresh eyes, of entering an old text from a new critical direction – is for woman more than a chapter in cultural history: it is an act of survival.
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Act Back Chapter Critical Cultural Direction Entering Eye Eyes Fresh History Looking More Self Survival Test Woman
The repossession by women of our bodies will bring far more essential change to human society than the seizing of the means of production by workers.
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Aquariums Bodies Bring Essential Human Mean More Repossession Seizing Society Women
Go back so far there is another language go back far enough the language is no longer personal.
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Enough Language Longer Personal
Increasingly I think of poetry as a theatre of voices, not as coming from a single “I” or from any one position. I want to imagine voices different from my own.
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Coming Imagine Increasingly Poetry Position Theatre Thinking Voice
I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn’t know that, and I have no carbons.
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Back Carbon Coming Head Keep Know
“What do we want from each other/ after we have told our stories?” Where do we go to explore our stake with others in such a society?
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Each Explore Other Society Stake Stories Want
To write as if your life depended on it; to write across the chalkboard, putting up there in public the words you have dredged; sieved up in dreams, from behind screen memories, out of silence– words you have dreaded and needed in order to know you exist.
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Across Chalkboard Depended Dream Dredged Life Memories Public Sieved Word Writing
A huge breast, an avid cave; between her legs snakes, swamp-grass, or teeth; on her lap a helpless infant or a martyred son. She exists for one purpose: to bear and nourish the son.
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Avid Breast Cave Exist Grass Helpless Huge Leg Martyred Purpose Snake Son Swamp Teeth
It requires enormous commitment like any art. But there’s a core of desire in each of us and poetry goes to and comes from that core. It’s the social, economic, institutional gap that makes it difficult.
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Art Come Committed Desire Economic Enormous Institution Poetry Require Social
I am uncomfortable with talking of poetry as a priestly profession, because I have little use for organized religions and priestly hierarchies. They have demoralized, persecuted, so many, including women, gays, non-believers.
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Gay Organized Poetry Priestly Profession Religion Talking Uncomfortable Use
I don’t think we can separate art from overall human dignity and hope.
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Art Dignity Hope Overall Thinking
As a society in turmoil, we are going to see more, and more various, attempts to simulate order through repression; and art is a historical target for such efforts.
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Art Effort Going Historical More Order Repression Simulate Society Target Turmoil Various
My children cause me the most exquisite suffering of which I have any experience. It is the suffering of ambivalence: the murderous alternation between bitter resentment and raw-edged nerves, and blissful gratification and tenderness.
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Children Experience Exquisite Feeling Most Suffering
We might possess every technological resource… but if our language is inadequate, our vision remains formless.
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formless Inadequate Language Posses Remain Resource Romance Running Technological Thinking
You have to give your art everything you can – I don’t mean only writing, but studying other poets and poetics, thinking, reading what poets have written other than their poetry.
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Art Everything Poet Poetic Reading Thinking Writing
Waiting for children to grow up, or for the birth of a new child, or for menopause.
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Birth Child Children Grow Up Waiting

A huge breast, an avid cave; between her legs snakes, swamp-grass, or teeth; on her lap a helpless infant or a martyred son. She exists for one purpose: to bear and nourish the son.

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