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The mind can forget what the body, defined by each breath, subject to the heart beating, does not.

Susan Griffin

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Susan Griffin
Age: 81
Born: 1943
Born: January 26
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Environmentalist
Feminist
Poet
Screenwriter
Writer
LA
California
Susan Griffin
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Body
Beating
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Mind
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Yes we are devilish that is true we cackle. Yes we are dark like the soil and wild like the animals. And we turn to each other and stare into this darkness. We find it beautiful. We find this darkness irresistible. We cease all hiding.
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Perhaps every moment of time lived in human consciousness remains in the air around us.
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Poetry is a good medium for revolutionary hope.
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Telling a story of illness, one pulls a thread through a narrow opening flanked on one side by shame and the other by trivia.
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Society, like nature, is one body, really.
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One can find traces of every life in each life.
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What always seems miraculous is when aesthetic necessities yield an insight which otherwise I would have missed.
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And if the professional rapist is to be separated from the average dominant heterosexual (male), it may be mainly a quantitative difference.
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I think artists can go to a level of vision that can often save us from a situation which seems to have no solution whatsoever.
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There is always a time to make right what is wrong.
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Each time I write, each time the authentic words break through, I am changed. The older order that I was collapses and dies. I lose control. I do not know exactly what words will appear on the page. I follow language. I follow the sound of the words, and I am surprised and transformed by what I record.
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... This is the paradox of vision: Sharp perception softens our existence in the world.
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I love that moment in writing when language falls short. There is something more there. A larger body. Even by the failure of words I begin to detect its dimensions. As I work the prose, shift the verbs, look for new adjectives, a different rhythm, syntax, something new begins to come to the surface.
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we are nature. We are nature seeing nature. We are nature with a concept of nature. Nature weeping. Nature speaking of nature to nature.
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At the museum a troubled woman destroys a sand painting meticulously created over days by Tibetan monks. The monks are not disturbed. The work is a meditation. They simply begin again.
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Self-reflection is a desire felt by the body, as well as the soul. As dancers, healers, and saints all know, when you turn your attention toward even the simplest physical process - breath, the small movements of the eyes, the turning of a foot in midair - what might have seemed dull matter suddenly awakens.
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But still, the other voice, the intuitive, returns, like grass forcing its way through concrete.
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Ordinary women attempt to change our bodies to resemble a pornographic ideal. Ordinary women construct a false self and come to hate this self.
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I know I am made from this earth, as my mother's hands were made from this earth, as her dreams came from this earth and all that I know, I know in this earth, the body of the bird, this pen, this paper, these hands, this tongue speaking, all that I know speaks to me through this earth.
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Every time I deny myself I commit a kind of suicide.
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