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Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, heavy with useless experience, rich with suspicion, rumour, fantasy, crumbling to pieces under the knife-edge of mere fact. In the prime of your life.

Adrienne Rich

The decision to feed the world is the real decision. No revolution has chosen it. For that choice requires that women shall be free.
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Choices Chosen Decision Real Require Revolution Woman
Much male fear of feminism is the fear that, in becoming whole human beings, women will cease to mother men, to provide the breast, the lullaby, the continuous attention associated by the infant with the mother.
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Becoming Being Breast Cease Fear Feminism Human Male Man Mother Provide Son Women
That’s why I want to speak to you now. To say: no person, trying to take responsibility for her or his identity, should have to be so alone.
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Alone Identity Now Person Responsibility Speak Take Thinking Trying Warrior
The difficulty of saying I-a phrase from the East German novelist Christa Wolf. But once having said it, as we realize the necessity to go further, isn’t there a difficulty of saying ‘we’? You cannot speak for me.
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Country Difficulty Further Movement Novelist People Phrases Realize Two Wolf
It is the thirtieth of May, the thirtieth of November, a beginning or an end, we are moving into the solstice and there is so much here I still do not understand.
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Beginning End May Moving November Solistice
To do something very common, in my own way.
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Common My Own Something Way
The moment when a feeling enters the body/ is political. This touch is political
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Body Feeling Political Touch
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
Nothing could have prepared me for the realization that I was a mother … when I knew I was still in a state of uncreation myself.
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Knew Mother Nothing Prepared Realization State Uncertain
Poetry reaches into places in us that we are suppose to ignore or mistrust, that are perceived as subversive or non-useful, in what is fast becoming known as global culture.
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Becoming Culture Global Mistrust Perceived Place Poetry Subversive Suppose Useful
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
The most notable fact that our culture imprints on women is a sense of our limits.
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Culture Fact Important Imprint Limit Notable Sense
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
We assume that politicians are without honor. We read their statements trying to crack the code. The scandals of their politics: not so much that men in high places lie, only that they do so with such indifference.
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Code Crack Honor Lie Lying Men Place Political Politician Politics Scandal Statement
These scars bear witness but whether to repair or to destruction I no longer know.
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Bear Destruction Longer Scar Witness
Much male fear of feminism is infantilism–the longing to remain the mother’s son, to possess a woman who exists purely for him.
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Exist Fear Feminism Infantilism Longing Male Mother Much Purely Remain Son

Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, heavy with useless experience, rich with suspicion, rumour, fantasy, crumbling to pieces under the knife-edge of mere fact. In the prime of your life.

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Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, heavy with useless experience, rich with suspicion, rumour, fantasy, crumbling to pieces under the knife-edge of mere fact. In the prime of your life.

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