Cialis daily Lesbian-feminist poet, cialis daily essayist, cialis daily and activist Adrienne Rich died this week at 82.
Cialis daily Here’s a quote from her poem, cialis daily “The Burning of Paper Instead of Children“:
Cialis daily I am composing on the typewriter late at night, cialis daily thinking of today. Cialis daily How well we all spoke. Cialis daily A language is a map of our failures. Cialis daily Frederick Douglass wrote an English purer than Milton’s. Cialis daily People suffer highly in poverty. Cialis daily There are methods but we do not use them. Cialis daily Joan, cialis daily who could not read, cialis daily spoke some peasant form of French. Cialis daily Some of the suffering are: it is hard to tell the truth; this is America; I cannot touch you now. Cialis daily In America we have only the present tense. Cialis daily I am in danger. Cialis daily You are in danger. Cialis daily The burning of a book arouses no sensation in me. Cialis daily I know it hurts to burn. Cialis daily There are flames of napalm in Catonsville, cialis daily Maryland. Cialis daily I know it hurts to burn. Cialis daily The typewriter is overheated, cialis daily my mouth is burning. Cialis daily I cannot touch you and this is the oppressor’s language.
Cialis daily Since I’ve been writing too many RIPs these days, cialis daily that seems to be all I have to say.
Cialis daily I could tell you about the time I heard the line quoted in the title of this post, cialis daily read out (as it happens) at a memorial service for Simone deBeauvior and was so moved that I tracked down the person who had read it, cialis daily in order to learn that the poem she had read was Rich’s 1963 “Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law.” Or, cialis daily I could tell you about how heartening it was for me when Adrienne Rich, cialis daily whilst signing books after a speech she’d given in Ann Arbor, cialis daily told me to “keep up the good work.” Or, cialis daily I could dig deeper, cialis daily dredging up memories of long nights—many long nights, cialis daily at many different times of my life—when the words of this woman either echoed my own anguish or helped me, cialis daily so many years younger than she, cialis daily imagine making my own way to the place of integrity she seemed to reach in her later works.
Cialis daily “But I just don’t have the heart for that right now, cialis daily” I was going to say. Cialis daily But flipping through online lists of her books (all of mine, cialis daily alas, cialis daily are boxed in cardboard at the moment so I cannot flip through the books themselves), cialis daily I came upon the first line of one of my favorite of her poems, cialis daily which she wrote at 49 (I am now 50):
Cialis daily A wild patience has taken me this far
Cialis daily And, cialis daily you know what? That’s true. Cialis daily And useful to remember. Cialis daily So, cialis daily let me close by thanking Adrienne Rich for reminding me of that, cialis daily and for all of the poems and essays that remain (despite her death):
Cialis daily delivered
Cialis daily Not sure which poems those last two quotes are from? Go searching. Cialis daily Find the words.