“To be against war is not enough, it is hardly a beginning. And all things strive; we who try to speak know the ideas trying to be more human, we know things near their birth that try to become real. The truth here goes farther, there is another way of being against war and for poetry. We are against war and the sources of war. We are for poetry and the sources of poetry.”
Muriel Rukeyser
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“Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.”
Muriel Rukeyser
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“Whatever can happen to anyone can happen to me.”
Muriel Rukeyser
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“Poetry is, above all, an approach to the truth of feeling…. A fine poem will seize your imagination intellectually–that is, when you reach it, you will reach it intellectually too– but the way is through emotion, through what we call feeling.”
Muriel Rukeyser
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“To be against war is not enough, it is hardly a beginning. And all things strive; we who try to speak know the ideas trying to bemore human, we know things near their birth that try to become real. The truth here goes farther, there is another way of being against war and for poetry. We are against war and the sources of war. We are for poetry and the sources of poetry.”
Muriel Rukeyser
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“Dead power is everywhere among us–in the forest, chopping down the songs; at night in the industrial landscape, wasting and stiffening the new life; in the streets of the city, throwing away the day. We wanted something different for our people: not to find ourselves an old, reactionary republic, full of ghost-fears, the fears of death and the fears of birth. We want something else.”
Muriel Rukeyser
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“I cannot say what poetry is; I know that our sufferings and our concentrated joy, our states of plunging far and dark and turningto come back to the world–so that the moment of intense turning seems still and universal–all are here, in a music like the music of our time, like the hero and like the anonymous forgotten; and there is an exchange here in which our lives are met, and created.”
Muriel Rukeyser
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