Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, heavy with useless experience, rich with suspicion, rumour, fantasy, crumbling to pieces under the knife-edge of mere fact. In the prime of your life.
Adrienne RichThere is no simple formula for the relationship of art to justice...In the end, I donโt think we can separate art from overall human dignity and hope. My concern for my country is inextricable from my concerns as an artist.
Adrienne RichCan individual psychic wounds really heal in an abusive and fragmented society? Audre Lorde has a poem which begins, "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?
Adrienne Rich