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War is an absolute failure of imagination, scientific and political.

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.
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Consciousness Grandmother Market Ourselves Toughness Unacceptable Women
Some turn to prayer, some to poetry: words in the memory, a stained book carried close to the body, the notebook scribbled by hand–a center of gravity.
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Body Book Carried Center Gravity Memory Poetry Prayer Some Stained Turn Varied
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
I cannot speak for you. Two thoughts: there is no liberation that only knows how to say ‘I’; there is no collective movement that speaks for each of us all the way through.
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Collective Know Liberation Movement Say Speak Thought
Go back so far there is another language go back far enough the language is no longer personal.
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Enough Language Longer Personal
When my dreams showed signs of becoming politically correct no unruly images escaping beyond borders … then I began to wonder
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Becoming Border Correct Dream Escaping Political Politically Showed Sign
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
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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Air Animal Blazing Budding City Dappled Exuberantly Imagined Passion Scar Sulfuric Sycamores Tree
I’ve had to guess at her, sewing her skin together as I sew mine, though with a different stitch
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Different Guess Mine Sew Skin Stitch Together
Increasingly I think of poetry as a theatre of voices, not as coming from a single “I” or from any one position. I want to imagine voices different from my own.
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Coming Imagine Increasingly Poetry Position Theatre Thinking Voice
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
The word revolution itself has become not only a dead relic of Leftism, but a key to the deadendedness of male politics.
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Arctic Deaadnededness Dead Doors Key Leftism Male Politics Revolution Tolerance Word
The channel of art can only become clogged and misdirected by the artist’s concern with merely temporary and local disturbances. The song is higher than the struggle.
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Art Artist Channel Clogged Concern Song Struggle Woman
I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all the extraneous delights should be withheld or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.
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Alive Born Delight Extraneous Giving Offered
Poetry can add its grain to an accumulation of consciousness against the idea that there is no alternative – that we’re just in the great flow of capitalism and it can never be any different – that this is human destiny, this is human nature.
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Alternative Consciousness Destiny Flow Grain Idea
“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

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