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Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.

Adrienne Rich

I soon began to sense a fundamental perceptual difficulty among male scholars (and some female ones) for which ‘sexism’ is too facile a term. It is really an intellectual defect, which might be termed ‘patrivincialism’ or patrochialism.
ADRIENNE RICH

Difficulty Fundamental Intellectual Men Patrivincialism Patrochialism Perceptual Real Sexism
To allow what you’re reading to pierce routines, safe and impermeable, in which ordinary carnal life is tracked, charted, channeled. Then, what of the right answers.
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Answer Carnal Charted Impermeable Ordinary Pierce Reading Right Routine Safe
I am the androgyne, I am the living mind you fail to describe in your dead language the lost noun, the verb surviving only in the infinitive the letters of my name are written under the lids of the newborn child
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Androgyne Child Children Dead Describe Infinite Language Living Lost Mind Name Newborn Noun Surviving Verb
Freud rediscovered the underworld of consciousness that European rationalism had denied. But when you have a nation of people in therapy and counselling.
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Consciousness Country Denied Nation People Rationalism Rediscovered Therapy Underworld
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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Carpet Complexity Incraeding Look Pattern Surface System Truth Unseen
We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.
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Crippling Fever Love Loved Unlive
What it is like to live in another skin, what it is like to live in another body, and in that sense to surpass ourselves, to go out beyond ourselves.
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Another Body Live Ourselves Sense Skin Surpass
Even where love has run thin the child’s soul musters strength… the rush of purpose to make a life worth living past abandonment building the layers up again over the torn hole.
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Children Love Loving Past Purpose Run Running Rush Soul Worth
Until we know the assumptions in which we are drenched, we cannot know ourselves.
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Assumption Drenched Know Ourselves Until
There’s been real hostility toward political poetry in the U.S., hostility or, at best, incomprehension. I’m speaking of those who have institutional power over what gets published, over grants andprizes and reviewing.
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Country Incomprehension Institution Male Political Power Real Speaking
The most important thing a woman can do for another is to illuminate her actual possibilities.
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Actual Another Illuminate Important Most Possibilities Woman
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
Increasingly I think of poetry as a theatre of voices, not as coming from a single “I” or from any one position. I want to imagine voices different from my own.
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Coming Imagine Increasingly Poetry Position Theatre Thinking Voice
Responsibility to yourself means refusing to let others do your thinking, talking, and naming for you; it means learning to respect and use your own brains and instincts; hence, grappling with hard work.
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Hard Learning Mean Refusing Responsibility Strong Thinking Women Work
Only to have a grief equal to all these tears!
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All Equal Grief Tear Women
Practicing till strengthand accuracy became one with the daringto leap into transcendence, take the chance of breaking down in the wild arpeggioor faulting the full sentence of the fugue.
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Accuracy Arpeggioor Breaking Chance Daring Down Faulting Fugue Leap Practising Sentence Strnghland Transcendence

Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.

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