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To write as if your life depended on it; to write across the chalkboard, putting up there in public the words you have dredged; sieved up in dreams, from behind screen memories, out of silence– words you have dreaded and needed in order to know you exist.

Adrienne Rich

To “see the light” too often has meant rejecting the treasures found in darkness.
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Darkness Found Light Rejecting Treasure
I began to feel heard in that movement. But it was because my voice was resonating with other voices.
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Began Feel Heard Movement Resonating Voice
When one woman tells her truth, it makes a space for other women to tell their truths.
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Healing Making One Space Tell Truth Woman
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
Women’s art, though created in solitude, wells up out of community.
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Art Community Creative Energy Enormous Hunger Solitude Women Work
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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Cake Crumbling Experience Fantasy Knives Life Mind Moldering Prime Rich Rumour Suspicious Useless Wedding
The assumption that women are a subgroup, that men’s culture is the ‘real’ world, that patriarchy is equivalent to culture and culture to patriarchy, that the ‘great’ or ‘liberalizing’ periods of history have been the same for women as for men.
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Assumption Culture Men Patriarchy Real Subgroup Women World
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
You must write, and read, as if your life depended on it.
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Depended Life Must Read Writing
I’ve known great happiness in my life along with great darkness, and a question that has repeatedly entered my poetry has been, how do we use the direct experience of happiness that may be given us.
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Along Creativity Darkness Entered Experience Given Happiness Life Poetry Repeatedly Use
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
Art, whose honesty must work through artifice, cannot avoid cheating truth.
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Art Artifice Cheating Honesty Truth
One line typed twenty years ago can be blazed on a wall in spraypaint to glorify art as detachment or torture of those we did not love but also did not want to kill.
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Art Blazed Detachment Glorify Love Spraypaint Torture Typed Wall Year
The women’s movement appeared at a very crucial moment in my life. There was a whole political movement asking such questions and others I had never asked.
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Apparated Asking Crucial Movement Political Voice Women
I am suspicious – first of all, in myself – of adopted mysticisms of glib spirituality, above all of white people’s tendency to … vampirize American Indian, or African, or Asian, or other ‘exotic’ ways of understanding.
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Adopted Country Exotic Myself Mysticisms People Suspicious Tendency Understanding White
An honorable human relationship … is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other.
ADRIENNE RICH

Delicate Honorable Human Involved Person Process Relationship Terrifying Truth Violent

To write as if your life depended on it; to write across the chalkboard, putting up there in public the words you have dredged; sieved up in dreams, from behind screen memories, out of silence– words you have dreaded and needed in order to know you exist.

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