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.
ADRIENNE RICHIt is the thirtieth of May, the thirtieth of November, a beginning or an end, we are moving into the solstice and there is so much here I still do not understand.
More Adrienne Rich Quotes
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If you teach, you see this is not true. It may be that newer generations do not worship the text as some of their elders do.
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A patriot is one who wrestles for the soul of her country as she wrestles for her own being.
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The materials are here for the deepest mutuality and the most painful estrangement.
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A language is a map of our failures.
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Pride is a tricky, glorious, double-edged feeling.
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A president cannot meaningfully honor certain token artists while the people at large are so dishonored.’”
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As a society in turmoil, we are going to see more, and more various, attempts to simulate order through repression; and art is a historical target for such efforts.
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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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The woman’s body is the terrain on which patriarchy is erected.
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In the interstices of language lie powerful secrets of the culture.
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Most women have not even been able to touch this anger, except to drive it inward like a rusted nail.
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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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It requires enormous commitment like any art. But there’s a core of desire in each of us and poetry goes to and comes from that core. It’s the social, economic, institutional gap that makes it difficult.
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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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We might possess every technological resource… but if our language is inadequate, our vision remains formless.
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