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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.

Adrienne Rich

Pride is a tricky, glorious, double-edged feeling.
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Feeling Inspirational Pride Tricky
An honorable human relationship- that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word “love”- is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other.
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Delicate Honorable Human Love People Process Relationship Self Truth Two Violent
“Support” groups for every kind of human condition, where, in the clichés of that milieu, people “share” and “heal,” the question, “What for?”, “What now?” is no longer asked.
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Asked Clinch Condition Group Heal Human Kind Longer Milieu Support
When we look closely, or when we become weavers, we learn of the tiny multiple threads unseen in the overall pattern, the knots on the underside of the carpet
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Carpet Closely Look Multiple Threads Tiny Underside Unseen Weaver
What we see, we see and seeing is changing
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Changing See Seeing
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.
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Around Block Building Collapse Landscape Memories Notebook Prayer
A knowledge that is subliminal, subversive, preverbal: the knowledge flowing between two alike bodies, one of which has spent nine months inside the other.
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Between Bodies Inside Knowledge Month Preverbal Subliminal Subversive
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
Even where love has run thin the child’s soul musters strength… the rush of purpose to make a life worth living past abandonment building the layers up again over the torn hole.
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Children Love Loving Past Purpose Run Running Rush Soul Worth
Most women have not even been able to touch this anger, except to drive it inward like a rusted nail.
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Able Anger Except Inward Nail Rusted Touch Women
We assume that politicians are without honor. We read their statements trying to crack the code. The scandals of their politics: not so much that men in high places lie, only that they do so with such indifference.
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Code Crack Honor Lie Lying Men Place Political Politician Politics Scandal Statement
We have no familiar, ready-made name for a woman who defines herself, by choice, neither in relation to children nor to men, who is self-identified, who has chosen herself.
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Chosen Enter Envying Freedom Herself Identifies Imagine Room Think
Our thinking and feeling are still running in the old cycles, our process may be ‘revolutionary’ but not transformative.
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Cycle Feeling Process Revolutionary Running Still Thinking Transformative
I touch you knowing we weren’t born tomorrow, and somehow, each of us will help the other live, and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.
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Born Each Help Helping Knowing Live Somehow Somewhere Tomorrow
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
A withdrawal from thinking in terms of social and collective values, needs and solutions. The consciousness-raising groups of the women’s movement, for instance, becoming “support-groups” or therapy groups.
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Collective Consciousness Need Solution Support Value Withdrawal

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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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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