If I cling to circumstances I could feel not responsible. Only she who says she did not choose, is the loser in the end.
ADRIENNE RICHWhether of love and sexuality or creativity or the sense of connectedness with other beings, human and otherwise?
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As her sons have seen her: the mother in patriarchy: controlling, erotic, castrating, heart-suffering, guilt-ridden, and guilt-provoking; a marble brow.
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Or those who still believe that language is ‘only words’ and that an old language is good enough for our descriptions of the world we are trying to transform.
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A knowledge that is subliminal, subversive, preverbal: the knowledge flowing between two alike bodies, one of which has spent nine months inside the other.
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Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don’t know you know.
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If poetry ceased to exist, it would immediately be reinvented on that same day.
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Weather abroad and weather in the heart alike come on Regardless of prediction.
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These scars bear witness but whether to repair or to destruction I no longer know.
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Behind all art is an element of desire…Love of life, of existence, love of another human being, love of human beings is in some way behind all art.
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We have lived with violence far too long.
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It can speak to people who have themselves felt like monsters and say: you are not alone, this is not monstrous. It can disturb and enrapture.
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The password is a flicker of an eyelash.
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We move but our words stand become responsible for more than we intended and this is verbal privilege
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The impulse to create begins – often terribly and fearfully – in a tunnel of silence.
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Heterosexuality has been forcibly and subliminally imposed on women. Yet everywhere women have resisted it, often at the cost of physical torture, imprisonment, psychosurgery, social ostracism, and extreme poverty.
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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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