The mind’s passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.
They can rule the world while they can persuade us our pain belongs in some order is death by famine worse than death by suicide, than a life of famine and suicide?
The repossession by women of our bodies will bring far more essential change to human society than the seizing of the means of production by workers.
Poetry is above all a concentration of the power of language, which is the power of our ultimate relationship to everything in the universe.
Life on the planet is born of woman.
Pride is a tricky, glorious, double-edged feeling.
The worker can unionize, go out on strike; mothers are divided from each other in homes, tied to their children by compassionate bonds; our wildcat strikes have most often taken the form of physical or mental breakdown.
Lesbian existence comprises both the breaking of a taboo and the rejection of a compulsory way of life. It is also a direct or indirect attack on the male right of access to women.
The moment of change is the only poem.
The mother’s battle for her child with sickness, with poverty, with war, with all the forces of exploitation and callousness that cheapen human life needs to become a common human battle, waged in love and in the passion for survival.