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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.

Adrienne Rich

Strangers are an endangered species.
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Endangered Species Stranger
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
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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Art Come Committed Desire Economic Enormous Institution Poetry Require Social
I do not think [poetry] is more, or less, necessary than food, shelter, health, education, decent working conditions. It is as necessary.
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Condition Education Health Less More Poetry Shelter Thinking Working
We might possess every technological resource… but if our language is inadequate, our vision remains formless.
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formless Inadequate Language Posses Remain Resource Romance Running Technological Thinking
Spaces within a line, double colons, slashes, are indications of pause, of breath, of urgency, they are not metrically exact as in a musical notation but they serve (I hope) to make the reader think about the sound of the poem.
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Breath Colon Double Indication Metrically Musical Notation Pause Slash Sound Space Urgency
We can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.
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Count Few Hard People Way
Across the curve of the earth, there are women getting up before dawn, in the blackness before the point of light, in the twilight before sunrise; there are women rising earlier than men and children to break the ice, to start the stove, to put up the pap.
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Blackness Children Dawn Light Running Twilight Women
To become a token woman – whether you win the Nobel Prize or merely get tenure at the cost of denying your sisters – is to become something less than a man.
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Brotherhood Denying Law Less Man Nobel Prize Self Sister tenure Winning Woman
How we dwelt in two worlds the daughters and the mothers in the kingdom of the sons.
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Daughter Dwelt Kingdom Mother Son World
You have to be free to play around with the notion that day might be night, love might be hate; nothing can be too sacred for the imagination to turn into its opposite or to call experimentally by another name. For writing is re-naming.
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Free Hate Night Nothing Notion Play Sacred Writing
A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.
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Monster Sleep Think Thinking Woman
If you are trying to transform a brutalized society into one where people can live in dignity and hope, you begin with the empowering of the most powerless. You build from the ground up.
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Begin Brutalized Dignity Empowering Hope People Powerless Society Transform Trying
And perhaps there is none now; but we will have to make it, we who want an end to suffering, who want to change the laws of history, if we are not to give ourselves away.
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Change History Make Perhaps Suffering
Sometimes I seem to myself, in my feelings toward these tiny guiltless beings, a monster of selfishness and intolerance.
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Feeling Guileless Intolerance Myself Selfishness Sometimes
Sexuality, politics, intelligence, power, motherhood, work, community, intimacy will develop new meanings; thinking itself will be transformed. This is where we have to begin.
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Community Intelligence Intimacy Motherhood Power Thinking Transformed

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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