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Adrienne Rich

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
Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.
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Complicated Delusion Fake False Journey Memories Naming Past People Real
I am suspicious – first of all, in myself – of adopted mysticisms of glib spirituality, above all of white people’s tendency to … vampirize American Indian, or African, or Asian, or other ‘exotic’ ways of understanding.
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Adopted Country Exotic Myself Mysticisms People Suspicious Tendency Understanding White
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
I touch you knowing we weren’t born tomorrow, and somehow, each of us will help the other live, and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.
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Born Each Help Helping Knowing Live Somehow Somewhere Tomorrow
If, as women, we accept a philosophy of history that asserts that women are by definition assimilated into the male universal,that we can understand our past through a male lens.
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Accept Assert Assimilated Definition History Male Past Philosophy Universe Wind Women
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
What I search for continuously in my art is adequate language, language I hope can stand beyond any particular occasion.
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Adequate Art Dysfunction Hope Language Occasion Particular Search Stand
Some turn to prayer, some to poetry: words in the memory, a stained book carried close to the body, the notebook scribbled by hand–a center of gravity.
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Body Book Carried Center Gravity Memory Poetry Prayer Some Stained Turn Varied
The woman’s body is the terrain on which patriarchy is erected.
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Body Erected Patriarchy Terrain Woman
In order to live a fully human life we require not only control of our bodies (though control is a prerequisite); we must touch the unity and resonance of our physicality, our bond with the natural order, the corporeal grounds of our intelligence.
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Bodies Body Control Fully Human Intelligence Life Natural Order Physical Unity
A decade of cutting away dead flesh, cauterizing old scars ripped open over and over and still it is not enough.
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Cutting Enough Flesh Open Ripped Scar
There is already a gap between those with education and those without. Those with educational privilege can be seen as arrogant, remote, alien – and very often they believe themselves superior.
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Alien Believe Education Educational Gap Privilege Remote Superior
Women have been driven mad, “gaslighted”, for centuries by the refutation of our experience and our instincts in a culture which validates only male experience.
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Centuries Culture Driven Experience Gaslight Instinct Mad Male Mind Reality Refutation Women
False history gets made all day, any day, the truth of the new is never on the news False history gets written every day … the lesbian archaeologist watches herself sifting her own life out from the shards she’s piecing, asking the clay all questions but her own.
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Clay Day Every False History Watches Written
There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep, and still be counted as warriors. (I make up this strange, angry packet for you, threaded with love.) I think you thought there was no such place for you, and perhaps there was none then.
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Among Counted Down Must None Perhaps Sit Weep

Reality, the oppressor’s tongue.

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