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Motherhood is the great mesh in which all human relations are entangled, in which lurk our most elemental assumptions about love and power.

Adrienne Rich

The word revolution itself has become not only a dead relic of Leftism, but a key to the deadendedness of male politics.
ADRIENNE RICH

Arctic Deaadnededness Dead Doors Key Leftism Male Politics Revolution Tolerance Word
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
We have lived with violence far too long.
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Lived Long Violence
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
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
And perhaps there is none now; but we will have to make it, we who want an end to suffering, who want to change the laws of history, if we are not to give ourselves away.
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Change History Make Perhaps Suffering
Every poem breaks a silence that had to be overcome.
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Break Overcome Overcoming Poem Silence
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
When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her.
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Creating Possibility Telling Truth Woman
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 began to feel heard in that movement. But it was because my voice was resonating with other voices.
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Began Feel Heard Movement Resonating Voice
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
Most of them, though not all, arewhite and male. But even as American society is unravelling, becoming more violent and punitive, wonderful political poetshave been emerging.
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Country Poets have Unravelling Violent Wonderful
Life on the planet is born of woman.
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Born Inspirational Life Planet Rich Life
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees, sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air, dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding, our animal passion rooted in the city.
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Air Animal Blazing Budding City Dappled Exuberantly Imagined Passion Scar Sulfuric Sycamores Tree
A huge breast, an avid cave; between her legs snakes, swamp-grass, or teeth; on her lap a helpless infant or a martyred son. She exists for one purpose: to bear and nourish the son.
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Avid Breast Cave Exist Grass Helpless Huge Leg Martyred Purpose Snake Son Swamp Teeth

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