Language is as real, as tangible, in our lives as streets, pipelines, telephone switchboards, microwaves, radioactivity, cloning laboratories, nuclear power stations.
ADRIENNE RICHWeather abroad and weather in the heart alike come on Regardless of prediction.
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The ocean, whose tides respond, like women’s menses, to the pull of the moon, the ocean which corresponds to the amniotic fluid in which human life begins.
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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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Our thinking and feeling are still running in the old cycles, our process may be ‘revolutionary’ but not transformative.
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The mother’s battle for her child with sickness, with poverty, with war, with all the forces of exploitation and callousness that cheapen human life needs to become a common human battle, waged in love and in the passion for survival.
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TV has created a kind of false collectivity.
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Much male fear of feminism is the fear that, in becoming whole human beings, women will cease to mother men, to provide the breast, the lullaby, the continuous attention associated by the infant with the mother.
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Any woman’s death diminishes me.
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Can individual psychic wounds really heal in an abusive and fragmented society? Audre Lorde has a poem which begins,
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No one sleeps in this room without the dream of a common language.
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If I cling to circumstances I could feel not responsible. Only she who says she did not choose, is the loser in the end.
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It is the lesbian in us who is creative, for the dutiful daughter of the fathers in us is only a hack.
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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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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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When one woman tells her truth, it makes a space for other women to tell their truths.
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Poetry is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.
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