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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

We see daily that our lives are terrible and little, without continuity, buyable and salable at any moment, mere blips on a screen, that this is the way we live now. Memory marketed as nostalgia; terror reduced to mere suspense, to melodrama.
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Buyable Life Live Melodrama Memories Nostalgia Salablem Blip Screen Suspense Terrible Terror Way
In a history of spiritual rupture, a social compact built on fantasy and collective secrets, poetry becomes more necessary than ever: it keeps the underground aquifers flowing; it is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.
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Aquifer Collective History Rupture Secret Spiritual Voice
“Global culture” is of course not a culture: it’s the global marketing and imposing of commodities and images for the interests of the few at the expense of the many.
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Commodity Culture Image Imposing Interest Marketing
I think my work comes out of both an intense desire for connection and what it means to feel isolated. There’s always going to be a kind of tidal movement back and forth between the two.
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Connection Going Isolated Kind Mean Movement Thinking Two
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
Experience is always larger than language.
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Always Experience Language Larger
Any woman’s death diminishes me.
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Death Diminish Diminishes Woman
[The poet] is endowed to speak for those who do not have the gift of language, or to see for those who – for whatever reasons – are less conscious of what they are living through.
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Endowed Gift Language Reason Risk Speak Survival Use
Motherhood, in the sense of an intense, reciprocal relationship with a particular child, or children, is one part of female process; it is not an identity for all time.
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Child Children Female Identity Intense Motherhood Process Reciprocal
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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Choose Circumstance End Feel Loser Responsible
What would it mean to live in a city whose people were changing each other’s despair into hope?– You yourself must change it.
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Change Changing Cities Despair Hope Mean
Only to have a grief equal to all these tears!
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All Equal Grief Tear 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.
ADRIENNE RICH

Adopted Country Exotic Myself Mysticisms People Suspicious Tendency Understanding White
Since we’re not young, weeks have to do time for years of missing each other.Yet only this odd warp in time tells me we’re not young.
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Since Time Week Wrap Years Missing Young
Pride is a tricky, glorious, double-edged feeling.
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Feeling Inspirational Pride Tricky
No one ever told us we had to study our lives,make of our lives a study, as if learning natural historyor music, that we should beginwith the simple exercises firstand slowly go on tryingthe hard ones.
ADRIENNE RICH

Exercise Goes History Learning Music Natural Simple Study Told

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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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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