When my dreams showed signs of becoming politically correct no unruly images escaping beyond borders … then I began to wonder
ADRIENNE RICHThe difficulty of saying I-a phrase from the East German novelist Christa Wolf. But once having said it, as we realize the necessity to go further, isn’t there a difficulty of saying ‘we’? You cannot speak for me.
More Adrienne Rich Quotes
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Only to have a grief equal to all these tears!
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Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don’t know you know.
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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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Go back so far there is another language go back far enough the language is no longer personal.
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The suppressed lesbian I had been carrying in me since adolescence began to stretch her limbs.
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When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her.
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Behind all art is an element of desire…Love of life, of existence, love of another human being, love of human beings is in some way behind all art.
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A decade of cutting away dead flesh, cauterizing old scars ripped open over and over and still it is not enough.
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I am a citizen of a country that has just undergone a thieved election, a country deeply and dangerously divided between rich and poor, but also between rich and middle class.
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The serious revolutionary, like the serious artist, can’t afford to lead a sentimental or self-deceiving life.
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If, as women, we accept a philosophy of history that asserts that women are by definition assimilated into the male universal,that we can understand our past through a male lens.
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The moment of change is the only poem.
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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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… this world gives no room to be what we dreamt of being
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A huge breast, an avid cave; between her legs snakes, swamp-grass, or teeth; on her lap a helpless infant or a martyred son. She exists for one purpose: to bear and nourish the son.
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