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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

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.
ADRIENNE RICH

Consciousness Grandmother Market Ourselves Toughness Unacceptable Women
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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Across Chalkboard Depended Dream Dredged Life Memories Public Sieved Word Writing
The vixen I met at twilight on Route 5 south of Willoughby: long dead. She was an omen to me, surviving, herding her cubs in the silvery bend of the road in nineteen sixty-five.
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Cub Dead Herding Long Nineteen Omen Survive Twilight Vixen
Poetry has always mattered, through human history, through all kinds of cultures, all kinds of violence and human desolation, as well as periods of great human affirmation.
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Affirmation Culture Desolation Great History Human Kind Magic Mattered People Period Through Violence
What it is like to live in another skin, what it is like to live in another body, and in that sense to surpass ourselves, to go out beyond ourselves.
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Another Body Live Ourselves Sense Skin Surpass
A book of poems doesn’t just come out by chance, an editor has to select it, a publisher has to distribute it or you will never see it.
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Book Chance Distribute Editor never Poem Select
Strangers are an endangered species.
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Endangered Species Stranger
I think of poetry as something out there in the world and within each of us. I don’t mean that everyone can write poetry – it’s an art, a craft.
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Art Craft Each Everyone Mean Poetry Something World Writing
My children cause me the most exquisite suffering of which I have any experience. It is the suffering of ambivalence: the murderous alternation between bitter resentment and raw-edged nerves, and blissful gratification and tenderness.
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Children Experience Exquisite Feeling Most Suffering
“What do we want from each other/ after we have told our stories?” Where do we go to explore our stake with others in such a society?
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Each Explore Other Society Stake Stories Want
The marriage-resisting women silk workers of pre-Revolutionary China, the millions of widows, midwives, and the women healers tortured and burned as witches for three centuries in Europe.
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Centuries Country Marriage Revolution Witch Worker
Those who speak largely of the human condition are usually those most exempt from its oppressions – whether of sex, race, or servitude.
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Condition Exempt Human Oppression Race Servitude Sex Speak
As her sons have seen her: the mother in patriarchy: controlling, erotic, castrating, heart-suffering, guilt-ridden, and guilt-provoking; a marble brow.
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Catering Controlling Erotic Guilt Heart Marble Mother Patriarchy Provoking Riddem Son
Waiting for children to grow up, or for the birth of a new child, or for menopause.
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Birth Child Children Grow Up Waiting
It’s been associated with the power of the word, with the sacred, with magic and transformation, with the oral narratives that help a people cohere.
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Choice People Power Sacred Transformation
Passion for survival is the great theme of women’s poetry.
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Great Passion Poetry Survival Theme Women

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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