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If poetry ceased to exist, it would immediately be reinvented on that same day.

Adrienne Rich

I believe that words can help us move or keep us paralysed, and that our choices of language and verbal tone have something – a great deal – to do with how we live our lives and whom we end up speaking with and hearing.
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Believe Choice Help Keep Language Life Move Paralysed Respect
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
Nothing could have prepared me for the realization that I was a mother … when I knew I was still in a state of uncreation myself.
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Knew Mother Nothing Prepared Realization State Uncertain
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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Ambivalence Blissful Gratification Murderous Nerves Resentment Suffering
Women’s art, though created in solitude, wells up out of community.
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Art Community Creative Energy Enormous Hunger Solitude Women Work
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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Art Collective Create Liberation Nonviolent Politics Power Social Struggle Work
Poetry has always mattered, through human history, through all kinds of cultures, all kinds of violence and human desolation, as well as periods of great human affirmation.
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Affirmation Culture Desolation Great History Human Kind Magic Mattered People Period Through Violence
False history gets made all day, any day, the truth of the new is never on the news False history gets written every day … the lesbian archaeologist watches herself sifting her own life out from the shards she’s piecing, asking the clay all questions but her own.
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Clay Day Every False History Watches Written
Art and literature have given so many people the relief of feeling connected – pulled us out of isolation. It has let us know that somebody else breathed and dreamed and had sex and loved and raged and knew loneliness the way we do.
ADRIENNE RICH

Art Connected Isolation Literature Loneliness People Sex
When someone with the authority of a teacher, say, describes the world and you are not in it, there is a moment of psychic disequilibrium, as if you looked into a mirror and saw nothing. Yet you know you exist and others like you, that this is a game with mirrors.
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Authority Describe Disequilibrium Individual Strength Mirror Physic Teacher World
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
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
The decision to feed the world is the real decision. No revolution has chosen it. For that choice requires that women shall be free.
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Choices Chosen Decision Real Require Revolution Woman
In [family snapshots] the flow of profane time has been stopped and a sacred interval of self-conscious revelation has been cut from it by the edge of the picture frame and the light of the sun or the flash.
ADRIENNE RICH

Conscious Cutting Interval Light Profane Revelation Self Stopped Time
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.
ADRIENNE RICH

Consciousness Grandmother Market Ourselves Toughness Unacceptable Women
It is unstable and threatening as the earth is not; it spawns new life daily, yet swallows up lives; it is changeable like the moon, unregulated, yet indestructible and eternal.
ADRIENNE RICH

Changeable Daily Earth Eternal Indestructible Life Live Spawn Swallow Threating Unstable

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