Love, our subject: we’ve trained it like ivy to our walls.
ADRIENNE RICHThere must be those among whom we can sit down and weep, and still be counted as warriors. (I make up this strange, angry packet for you, threaded with love.) I think you thought there was no such place for you, and perhaps there was none then.
More Adrienne Rich Quotes
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The [Vietnam War Memorial] Wall became a magnet for citizens of every generation, class, race, and relationship to the war perhaps because it is the only great public monument that allows the anesthetized holes in the heart to fill with a truly national grief.
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Art, whose honesty must work through artifice, cannot avoid cheating truth.
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Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.
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That primary quality of being which knows itself, its passions, only against an otherness that has to be dehumanized. I grew up in white silence that was utterly obsessional. Race was the theme whatever the topic.
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The most notable fact that our culture imprints on women is a sense of our limits.
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A life I didn’t choose chose me: even my tools are the wrong ones for what I have to do.
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In order to live a fully human life we require not only control of our bodies (though control is a prerequisite); we must touch the unity and resonance of our physicality, our bond with the natural order, the corporeal grounds of our intelligence.
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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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I define “politics” as the on-going collective struggle for liberation and for the power to create – not only works of art, but also just and nonviolent social institutions.
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These scars bear witness but whether to repair or to destruction I no longer know.
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The moment of change is the only poem.
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We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.
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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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In a world where language and naming are power, silence is oppression, is violence.
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The mind’s passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.
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