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There is no ‘the truth’,’a truth’ – truth is not one thing, or even a system. It is an increasing complexity. the pattern of the carpet is a surface.

Adrienne Rich

It is the suffering of ambivalence: the murderous alternation between bitter resentment and raw-edged nerves, and blissful gratification and tenderness
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Ambivalence Blissful Gratification Murderous Nerves Resentment Suffering
The danger lies in forgetting what we had. The flow between generations becomes a trickle, grandchildren tape-recording grandparents’ memories on special occasions perhaps-no casual storytelling jogged by daily life.
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Casual Daily Danger Flow Forgetting Generation Grandchildren Jogged Life Lying Memories Storytelling Trick
Passion for survival is the great theme of women’s poetry.
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Great Passion Poetry Survival Theme Women
I’ve had to guess at her, sewing her skin together as I sew mine, though with a different stitch
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Different Guess Mine Sew Skin Stitch Together
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
Even the most angry, even the darkest, even the most grief-stricken, and even the most embittered art has that element somewhere behind it. Because how could you be so despairing, so embittered, if you had not had something you loved that you lost?
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Angry Darkest Embittered Grief Most Stricken
Until we know the assumptions in which we are drenched, we cannot know ourselves.
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Assumption Drenched Know Ourselves Until
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
Just as traffic symbols, when driving, make us almost unconsciously aware of a steep hill, an intersection, an icy bridge etc.
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Aware Bridge Driving Hill Icy Intersection Steep Symbol Traffic Unconsciously
In America we have only the present tense. I am in danger. You are in danger.
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Country Danger Present Tense
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
In [family snapshots] the flow of profane time has been stopped and a sacred interval of self-conscious revelation has been cut from it by the edge of the picture frame and the light of the sun or the flash.
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Conscious Cutting Interval Light Profane Revelation Self Stopped Time
One of the great functions of art is to help us imagine what it is like to be not ourselves, what it is like to be someone or something else.
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Art Body Function Great Help Imagine Live Ourselves Skin Someone Something
Pride is a tricky, glorious, double-edged feeling.
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Feeling Inspirational Pride Tricky
I am uncomfortable with talking of poetry as a priestly profession, because I have little use for organized religions and priestly hierarchies. They have demoralized, persecuted, so many, including women, gays, non-believers.
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Gay Organized Poetry Priestly Profession Religion Talking Uncomfortable Use
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

There is no ‘the truth’,’a truth’ – truth is not one thing, or even a system. It is an increasing complexity. the pattern of the carpet is a surface.

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