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When the landscape buckles and jerks around, when a dust column of debris rises from the collapse of a block of buildings on bodies that could have been your own, when the staves of history fall awry and the barrel of time bursts apart.

Adrienne Rich

A withdrawal from thinking in terms of social and collective values, needs and solutions. The consciousness-raising groups of the women’s movement, for instance, becoming “support-groups” or therapy groups.
ADRIENNE RICH

Collective Consciousness Need Solution Support Value Withdrawal
I don’t trust them but I’m learning to use them.
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Don't Learning Trust Use
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
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
To do something very common, in my own way.
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Common My Own Something Way
But can you imagine how some of them were envying you your freedom to work, to think, to travel, to enter a room as yourself, not as some child’s mother or some man’s wife?
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Children Enter Freedom Man Mother Room Think Travel Wife Work
Made difficult-to-come-by, whatever is buried in the memory by the collapse of meaning under an inadequate or lying language – this will become, not merely unspoken, but unspeakable.
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Buried Collapse Difficult Inadequate Memory Merely Unspeakable Unspoken
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
We lose touch with parts of ourselves defined as unacceptable by that consciousness; with the vital toughness and visionary strength of the angry grandmothers, the fierce market women of the Ibo’s Women’s War.
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Consciousness Grandmother Market Ourselves Toughness Unacceptable Women
Until we understand the assumptions in which we are drenched we cannot know ourselves. And this drive to self-knowledge, for women, is more than a search for identity.
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Assumption Drenched Identity Knowledge More Ourselves Refusal Search Women
Marriage is lonelier than solitude.
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Lonelier Marriage Solitude
The will to change begins in the body, not in the mind.
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Begin Body Change Mind Will
The unconscious wants truth, as the body does. The complexity and fecundity of dreams come from the complexity and fecundity of the unconscious struggling to fulfill that desire. The complexity and fecundity of poetry come from the same struggle.
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Body Complexity Desire Dream Fecundity Struggle Struggling Truth Unconcious
We can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.
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Count Few Hard People Way
I soon began to sense a fundamental perceptual difficulty among male scholars (and some female ones) for which ‘sexism’ is too facile a term. It is really an intellectual defect, which might be termed ‘patrivincialism’ or patrochialism.
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Difficulty Fundamental Intellectual Men Patrivincialism Patrochialism Perceptual Real Sexism
When the landscape buckles and jerks around, when a dust column of debris rises from the collapse of a block of buildings on bodies that could have been your own, when the staves of history fall awry and the barrel of time bursts apart.
ADRIENNE RICH

Around Block Building Collapse Landscape Memories Notebook Prayer

When the landscape buckles and jerks around, when a dust column of debris rises from the collapse of a block of buildings on bodies that could have been your own, when the staves of history fall awry and the barrel of time bursts apart.

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