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Until we know the assumptions in which we are drenched, we cannot know ourselves.

Adrienne Rich

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
I guess what concerns me always is the need for a field, a rich compost, for any art to flourish. But however isolate or unheard you may feel, if you have the need to write poetry, are compelled to write it, you go on, whether there is resonance or not.
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Art Compost Concern Feel Field Flourish Guess Isolate Need Rich Unheard Writing
Every poem breaks a silence that had to be overcome.
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Break Overcome Overcoming Poem Silence
You have to give your art everything you can – I don’t mean only writing, but studying other poets and poetics, thinking, reading what poets have written other than their poetry.
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Art Everything Poet Poetic Reading Thinking Writing
if we are unaware that women even have a history–we live our lives similarly unanchored, drifting in response to a veering wind of myth and bias.
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Bias Drifting History Male Myth Response Similarly Unanchored Unaware Veering Women
When someone, let’s say a teacher, speaks of the world and you are not in it, it’s like looking into the mirror and seeing nothing.
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Looking Mirror Nothing Someone Speak Teacher World
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
Until we know the assumptions in which we are drenched, we cannot know ourselves.
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Assumption Drenched Know Ourselves Until
In order to live a fully human life we require not only control of our bodies (though control is a prerequisite); we must touch the unity and resonance of our physicality, our bond with the natural order, the corporeal grounds of our intelligence.
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Bodies Body Control Fully Human Intelligence Life Natural Order Physical Unity
Nothing could have prepared me for the realization that I was a mother … when I knew I was still in a state of uncreation myself.
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Knew Mother Nothing Prepared Realization State Uncertain
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
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
We can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.
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Count Few Hard People Way
What I’m finding is that in our increasingly dysfunctional U.S. society, marvelous poetry is being written – out of and amid the dysfunction.
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Amid Country Dysfunction Finding Increasing Society
My heart is moved by all I cannot save: so much has been destroyed I have to cast my lot with those who age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.
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Age Cast Destroyed Extraordinary Heart Lot Moved perversely Power Reconstitute Save World
I feel more helpless with you than without you.
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Feel Helpless More Without You

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