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Women’s art, though created in solitude, wells up out of community.

Adrienne Rich

When my dreams showed signs of becoming politically correct no unruly images escaping beyond borders … then I began to wonder
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Becoming Border Correct Dream Escaping Political Politically Showed Sign
And that we can deflect words by trivialization, of course, but also by ritualized respect, or we can let them enter our souls and mix with the juices of our minds.
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Couse Deflect Juice Mind Respect Ritualized Soul Trivialization Word
I think about the possibilities for empathy, for mutual solidarity among gay men and lesbians, not simply as people who suffer under homophobia, but as people who are also extremely creative, active, and have a particular understanding of the human condition.
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Gay Lesbian Men People Possibilities Solidarity Suffer Thinking
If you teach, you see this is not true. It may be that newer generations do not worship the text as some of their elders do.
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Been Compared Elder Generation Teach Worship
The unconscious wants truth. It ceases to speak to those who want something else more than truth.
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Cease More Something Speak Truth Unconscious Want
The liar leads an existence of unutterable loneliness.
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Existence Liar Loneliness Lying Unutterable
We may feel bitterly how little our poems can do in the face of seemingly out-of-control technological power and seemingly limitless corporate greed, yet it has always been true that poetry can break isolation.
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Control Greed Little May Poem Power Technological
A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.
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Monster Sleep Think Thinking Woman
I am a citizen of a country that has just undergone a thieved election, a country deeply and dangerously divided between rich and poor, but also between rich and middle class.
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Believe Citizen Class Country Dangerously Deeply Divided Election Government Middle Poor Rich Thieved Undergone
if we are unaware that women even have a history–we live our lives similarly unanchored, drifting in response to a veering wind of myth and bias.
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Bias Drifting History Male Myth Response Similarly Unanchored Unaware Veering Women
The suppressed lesbian I had been carrying in me since adolescence began to stretch her limbs.
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Adolescence Carrying Lesbian Limb Sexuality Stretch
The words are purposes./The words are maps./I came to see the damage that was done/and the treasures that prevail.
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Damage Done Map Prevail Purpose Treasure Word
We have no familiar, ready-made name for a woman who defines herself, by choice, neither in relation to children nor to men, who is self-identified, who has chosen herself.
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Chosen Enter Envying Freedom Herself Identifies Imagine Room Think
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
The vixen I met at twilight on Route 5 south of Willoughby: long dead. She was an omen to me, surviving, herding her cubs in the silvery bend of the road in nineteen sixty-five.
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Cub Dead Herding Long Nineteen Omen Survive Twilight Vixen
Women have always been seen as waiting: waited to be asked, waiting for our menses, in fear lest they do or do not come, waiting for men to come home from wars, or from work.
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Always Asked Children Come Fear Growing Lest Menses Up Waited Waiting War Women

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