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Adrienne Rich

I think many poets, including myself, write both for the voice and for the page. I certainly write for the person alone in the library, who pulls down a book and it opens to a poem. I am also very conscious of what it means to read these poems aloud.
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Alone Book Both Certainly Conscious Library Mean Page Person Poem Poet Voice Writing
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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Cake Crumbling Experience Fantasy Knives Life Mind Moldering Prime Rich Rumour Suspicious Useless Wedding
Every real poem is the breaking of an existing silence, and the first question we might ask any poem is, What kind of voice is breaking silence, and what kind of silence is being broken?
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Breaking Broken Historian might Poem Question Real Silence Tended
We have no familiar, ready-made name for a woman who defines herself, by choice, neither in relation to children nor to men, who is self-identified, who has chosen herself.
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Chosen Enter Envying Freedom Herself Identifies Imagine Room Think
When my dreams showed signs of becoming politically correct no unruly images escaping beyond borders … then I began to wonder
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Becoming Border Correct Dream Escaping Political Politically Showed Sign
I cannot speak for you. Two thoughts: there is no liberation that only knows how to say ‘I’; there is no collective movement that speaks for each of us all the way through.
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Collective Know Liberation Movement Say Speak Thought
It requires enormous commitment like any art. But there’s a core of desire in each of us and poetry goes to and comes from that core. It’s the social, economic, institutional gap that makes it difficult.
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Art Come Committed Desire Economic Enormous Institution Poetry Require Social
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
Poetry is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.
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Liquid Poetry Stone Voice Wear Writing
When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever.
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Forever Mean Taking Talk Trip
In this disintegrative, technologically-manic time, when public language is so debased, poetry continues to matter because it’s the art that reintegrates words, speech, voice, breath, music, bodily tempo, and the powers of the imagination.
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Art Breath Continue Debased Disintegrative Imagination Language Manic Matter Music Poetry Public Reintegrates Speech Technologically Time Voice
The channel of art can only become clogged and misdirected by the artist’s concern with merely temporary and local disturbances. The song is higher than the struggle.
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Art Artist Channel Clogged Concern Song Struggle Woman
There being no shared daily life what with migrations, exiles, diasporas, rendings, the search for work. Or there is a shared daily life riddled with holes of silence
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Being Daily Exile Migration Rending Riddled Search Shared Silence Work
Language is as real, as tangible, in our lives as streets, pipelines, telephone switchboards, microwaves, radioactivity, cloning laboratories, nuclear power stations.
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Cloning Laboratories Live Nuclear Pipeline Power Radioactivity Real Street Switchboard Telephone
It is unstable and threatening as the earth is not; it spawns new life daily, yet swallows up lives; it is changeable like the moon, unregulated, yet indestructible and eternal.
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Changeable Daily Earth Eternal Indestructible Life Live Spawn Swallow Threating Unstable
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

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