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If poetry ceased to exist, it would immediately be reinvented on that same day.

Adrienne Rich

A life I didn’t choose chose me: even my tools are the wrong ones for what I have to do.
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Choose Even Life One Tool Wrong
In 1945, just at the end of World War II, the American poet Muriel Rukeyser wrote a remarkable book called The Life of Poetry. In it she says that on any particular day in the world.
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Book Country End Immediately Poet Remarkable War World Wrote
It takes some strength of soul–and not just individual strength, but collective understanding–to resist this void, this nonbeing, into which are thrust, and to stand up, demanding to be seen and heard.
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Demanding Individual Nonbeing Resist Strength Void
No one ever told us we had to study our lives,make of our lives a study, as if learning natural historyor music, that we should beginwith the simple exercises firstand slowly go on tryingthe hard ones.
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Exercise Goes History Learning Music Natural Simple Study Told
A president cannot meaningfully honor certain token artists while the people at large are so dishonored.’”
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Artist Dishonoured Honor Legal People President
But before we were mothers, we have been, first of all, women, with actual bodies and actual minds.
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Bodies Body Mind Mother Women
There is the falsely mystical view of art that assumes a kind of supernatural inspiration, a possession by universal forces unrelated to questions of power and privilege or the artist’s relation to bread and blood. In this view.
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Art Assume Blood Falsely Force Inspiration Possession Question Relation Song Supernatural Universal
When we look closely, or when we become weavers, we learn of the tiny multiple threads unseen in the overall pattern, the knots on the underside of the carpet
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Carpet Closely Look Multiple Threads Tiny Underside Unseen Weaver
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
No one sleeps in this room without the dream of a common language.
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Common Dream Language Room Sleep
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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Around Block Building Collapse Landscape Memories Notebook Prayer
I do not think [poetry] is more, or less, necessary than food, shelter, health, education, decent working conditions. It is as necessary.
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Condition Education Health Less More Poetry Shelter Thinking Working
Despair, when not the response to absolute physical and moral defeat is, like war, the failure of imagination.
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Absolute Confusion Defeat Despair Failure Imagination Physical Response War
… this world gives no room to be what we dreamt of being
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Dreamt Giving Room World
Re-vision — the act of looking back, of seeing with fresh eyes, of entering an old text from a new critical direction – is for women more than a chapter in cultural history: it is an act of survival.
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Act Back Chapter Critical Direction Entering Eye Eyes Fresh History Looking Old Seeing Survival Text Vision Women
Sexuality, politics, intelligence, power, motherhood, work, community, intimacy will develop new meanings; thinking itself will be transformed. This is where we have to begin.
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Community Intelligence Intimacy Motherhood Power Thinking Transformed

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