Because we can’t escape our ancient hunger to live close to nature, we encircle the house with lawns and gardens, install picture windows, adopt pets and Boston ferns, and scent everything that touches our lives. –Diane Ackerman
Your anger and damage and grief are the way to truth. We don’t have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses that we were told not to go in to. When we have gone in and looked around for a long while, just breathing and finally taking it in– then we will be able to speak in our own voice.
― Anne Lamott
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
― Virginia Woolf
The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.
― Flannery O’Connor
Poetry (here I hear myself loudest)
is the human voice,
and are we not of interest to each other?
Some people ask: “Why the word feminist? Why not just say you are a believer in human rights, or something like that?” Because that would be dishonest…It would be a way of pretending that it was not women who have, for centuries, been excluded.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
I suggest that the poets don’t hide. That they scream. That they confront. That they bellow and resist.
Where there is a woman there is magic.
To begin is no more agony than opening your hand.
A person who isn’t reminded several times a day about the implications of the color of her skin has time to consider the implications of other things.