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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.

Adrienne Rich

Love, our subject: we’ve trained it like ivy to our walls.
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Love Subject Trained Wall
I don’t trust them but I’m learning to use them.
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Don't Learning Trust Use
Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.
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Dried Drop Dust Grief Heart Lip Refused River Wear
In such a world women will truly create new life, bringing forth not only children if and as we choose but the visions, and the thinking, necessary to sustain, console and alter human existence-a new relationship to the universe.
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Bringing Console Create Sustain Vision Woman
You must write, and read, as if your life depended on it.
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Depended Life Must Read Writing
Whatever is unnamed, undepicted in images, whatever is omitted from biography, censored in collections of letters, whatever is misnamed as something else.
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Biography Censored Collection Image Letter Lying Memories Omitted Undepiched Unnamed
We lose touch with parts of ourselves defined as unacceptable by that consciousness; with the vital toughness and visionary strength of the angry grandmothers, the fierce market women of the Ibo’s Women’s War.
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Consciousness Grandmother Market Ourselves Toughness Unacceptable Women
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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Cutting Enough Flesh Open Ripped Scar
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
The kind of poetry that interests me is intellectual and moral and political and sexual and sensual – all of that fermenting together.
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Fermenting Intellectual Interest Kind Moral People Poetry Political Sensual Sexual Together
When the landscape buckles and jerks around, when a dust column of debris rises from the collapse of a block of buildings on bodies that could have been your own, when the staves of history fall awry and the barrel of time bursts apart.
ADRIENNE RICH

Around Block Building Collapse Landscape Memories Notebook Prayer
The serious revolutionary, like the serious artist, can’t afford to lead a sentimental or self-deceiving life.
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Afford Artist Deceiving Self Sentimental Serious
It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath It will be short, it will not be simple
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Breath Heart Short Simple Take
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 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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Androgyne Child Children Dead Describe Infinite Language Living Lost Mind Name Newborn Noun Surviving Verb
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

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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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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