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There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.

Adrienne Rich

The unconscious wants truth, as the body does. The complexity and fecundity of dreams come from the complexity and fecundity of the unconscious struggling to fulfill that desire. The complexity and fecundity of poetry come from the same struggle.
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Body Complexity Desire Dream Fecundity Struggle Struggling Truth Unconcious
The danger lies in forgetting what we had. The flow between generations becomes a trickle, grandchildren tape-recording grandparents’ memories on special occasions perhaps-no casual storytelling jogged by daily life.
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Casual Daily Danger Flow Forgetting Generation Grandchildren Jogged Life Lying Memories Storytelling Trick
The woman’s body is the terrain on which patriarchy is erected.
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Body Erected Patriarchy Terrain Woman
But before we were mothers, we have been, first of all, women, with actual bodies and actual minds.
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Bodies Body Mind Mother Women
There is no ‘the truth,’ ‘a truth’–truth is not one thing, or even a system. It is an increasing complexity.
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Complexity Increasing One System Thing Truth
What I’m finding is that in our increasingly dysfunctional U.S. society, marvelous poetry is being written – out of and amid the dysfunction.
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Amid Country Dysfunction Finding Increasing Society
Heterosexuality has been forcibly and subliminally imposed on women. Yet everywhere women have resisted it, often at the cost of physical torture, imprisonment, psychosurgery, social ostracism, and extreme poverty.
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Cost Forcibly Heterosexuality Imposed Poverty Subliminally Woman
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
A revolutionary poem will not tell you who or when to kill, what and when to burn, or even how to theorize. It reminds you… where and when and how you are living and might live, it is a wick of desire.
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Burn Desire Kill Living might Poem Remind Revolutionary Theorize Wick
The ocean, whose tides respond, like women’s menses, to the pull of the moon, the ocean which corresponds to the amniotic fluid in which human life begins.
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Correspond Men's Monsters Moon Ocean Pull Respond Women
The more I live, the more I think, two people together is a miracle.
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Miracle More People Thinking Together Two
Poetry reaches into places in us that we are suppose to ignore or mistrust, that are perceived as subversive or non-useful, in what is fast becoming known as global culture.
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Becoming Culture Global Mistrust Perceived Place Poetry Subversive Suppose Useful
You must write, and read, as if your life depended on it.
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Depended Life Must Read Writing
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
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
White hate crimes, white hate speech. I still try to claim I wasn’t brought up to hate. But hate isn’t the half of it. I grew up in the vast encircling presumption of whiteness.
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Claim Crime Grew Hate Passion Speech Try White

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