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But still, the other voice, the intuitive, returns, like grass forcing its way through concrete.

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Susan Griffin
Age: 81
Born: 1943
Born: January 26
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Environmentalist
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LA
California
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Just as the slave master required the slaves to imitate the image he had of them, so women, who live in a relatively powerless position, politically and economically, feel obliged by a kind of implicit force to live up to culture's image of what is female.
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Perhaps every moment of time lived in human consciousness remains in the air around us.
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How many small decisions accumulate to form a habit? What a multitude of decisions, made by others, in other times, must shape our lives now.
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Language is filled with words for deprivation images so familiar it is hard to crack language open into that other country the country of being.
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... This is the paradox of vision: Sharp perception softens our existence in the world.
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I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves.
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Before a secret is told, one can often feel the weight of it in the atmosphere.
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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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One can find traces of every life in each life.
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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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Society, like nature, is one body, really.
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Far more frightening than the thought of dying was the experience of erasure already occurring in my life. My fear of becoming someone who did not count.
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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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There is always a time to make right what is wrong.
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What is buried in the past of one generation falls to the next to claim.
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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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This earth is my sister I love her daily grace, her silent daring, and how loved I am. How we admire this strength in each other, all that we have lost, all that we have suffered, all that we know: We are stunned by this beauty, and I do not forget: what she is to me, what I am to her.
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A story is told as much by silence as by speech.
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Poetry is a good medium for revolutionary hope.
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Each life reverberates in every other life. Whether or not we acknowledge it, we are connected, woven together in our needs and desires, rich and poor, men and women alike.
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