“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.
ADRIENNE RICHSome 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.
More Adrienne Rich Quotes
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War is an absolute failure of imagination, scientific and political.
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Abortion is violence; a deep, desperate violence inflicted by a woman upon, first of all, herself.
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Since men are loyal at least to their own world-view, their laws of brotherhood and self-interest.
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We can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.
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I think many poets, including myself, write both for the voice and for the page. I certainly write for the person alone in the library, who pulls down a book and it opens to a poem. I am also very conscious of what it means to read these poems aloud.
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I feel more helpless with you than without you.
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But can you imagine how some of them were envying you your freedom to work, to think, to travel, to enter a room as yourself, not as some child’s mother or some man’s wife?
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We might possess every technological resource… but if our language is inadequate, our vision remains formless.
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If we had time and no money, living by our wits, what story would you tell?
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It’s exhilarating to be alive in a time of awakening consciousness; it can also be confusing, disorienting, and painful.
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Any woman’s death diminishes me.
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Weather abroad and weather in the heart alike come on Regardless of prediction.
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I am the androgyne, I am the living mind you fail to describe in your dead language the lost noun, the verb surviving only in the infinitive the letters of my name are written under the lids of the newborn child
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No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees, sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air, dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding, our animal passion rooted in the city.
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In a world where language and naming are power, silence is oppression, is violence.
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