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I began to feel heard in that movement. But it was because my voice was resonating with other voices.

Adrienne Rich

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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Bodies Body Control Fully Human Intelligence Life Natural Order Physical Unity
if we are unaware that women even have a history–we live our lives similarly unanchored, drifting in response to a veering wind of myth and bias.
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Bias Drifting History Male Myth Response Similarly Unanchored Unaware Veering Women
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
Sleeping. Turning in turn like planets rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we’re not alone in the universe, even in sleep.
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Alone Enough Meadow Midnight Planet Rotating Sleep Sleeping Touch Turning
Each feminist work has tended to be received as if it emerged from nowhere; as if each one of us had lived, thought, and worked without any historical past or contextual present.
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Emerged Feminist Historical Justice Lived Past Present Received Tended Thinking Work
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
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 thinking woman sleeps with monsters.
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Monster Sleep Think Thinking Woman
We are, none of us, ‘either’ mothers or daughters; to our amazement, confusion, and greater complexity, we are both.
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Amazement Both Complexity Confusion Daughter Mother
Sexist grammar burns into the brains of little girls and young women a message that the male is the norm, the standard, the central figure beside which we are all deviants.
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Brain Burn Deviant Girl Grammar Men Message Norm Standard Thinking Young
No one sleeps in this room without the dream of a common language.
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Common Dream Language Room Sleep
My children cause me the most exquisite suffering of which I have any experience. It is the suffering of ambivalence: the murderous alternation between bitter resentment and raw-edged nerves, and blissful gratification and tenderness.
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Children Experience Exquisite Feeling Most Suffering
The impulse to create begins – often terribly and fearfully – in a tunnel of silence.
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Create Fearfully Impulse Real Silence Terribly Tunnel Voice
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
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
We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.
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Crippling Fever Love Loved Unlive

I began to feel heard in that movement. But it was because my voice was resonating with other voices.

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