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I have no connections here only gusty collisions, rootless seedlings forced into bloom, that collapse. ... I am the Visiting Poet: a real unicorn, a wind-up plush dodo, a wax museum of the Movement. People want to push the buttons and see me glow.

Marge Piercy

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Marge Piercy
Age: 88
Born: 1936
Born: March 31
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Nobody can live on a bridge or plant potatoes but it is fine for comings and goings, meetings, partings and long views and a real connection to someplace else where you may in the crazy weathers of struggle how and again want to be.
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I communicate much better with cats, usually. I know them and their body language - as my own cats know mine very well. Cats are adept at reading subtle signals.
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I am my mother's daughter,... I am her only novel.
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We live in a media soup and are constantly being programmed or are fighting that programming. Thus any truthful account of a life, every part of a life, is about society as well as an individual.
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I wasn't afraid of being poor I rather took it for granted. I was good at getting by with very little. I couldn't imagine sacrificing my writing to anything else.
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The powerful don't make revolutions
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The anger of the weak never goes away, Professor, it just gets a little moldy. It molds like a beautiful blue cheese in the dark, growing stronger, and more interesting. The poor and the weak die with all their anger intact and probably those angers go on growing in the dark of the grave like the hair and the nails.
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The will to be totally rational is the will to be made out of glass and steel: and to use others as if they were glass and steel.
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Shared laughter is erotic too.
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Your anger was a climate I inhabited like a desert in a dry frigid weather of high thin air and ivory sun, sand dunes the wind lifted into stinging clouds that blinded and choked me where the only ice was in the blood.
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Obviously I find women more interesting than men to write about.
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We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire.
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A strong woman is a woman at work, cleaning out the cesspool of the ages, and while she shovels, she talks about how she doesn't mind crying, it opens the ducts of the eyes, and throwing up develops the stomach muscles, and she goes on shoveling with tears in her nose.
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When she kissed him, he melted like a lump of milk chocolate.
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Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment.
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The real writer is one who really writes.
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There are obviously a great many ways to organize some fraction of the material in a life.
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The people I love the best, jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows.
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Every Jewish holiday has a religious significance, a historical significance, and a relevance to the time of year in the natural calendar of the seasons and trees and growing things, as well as a personal significance. So you are always looking backward, outward, inward and forward.
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The politics of the exile are fever, revenge, daydream, theater of the aging convalescent. You wait in the wings and rehearse. You wait and wait.
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