sexta-feira, dezembro 03, 2004

27. Everything we write...

Everything we write
will be used against us
or against those we love.
These are the terms,
take them or leave them.
Poetry never stood a chance
of standing outside history.
One line typed twenty years ago
can be blazed on a wall in spraypaint
to glorify art as detachment
or torture of those we
did not love but also
did not want to kill

We move but our words stand
become responsible
for more than we intended

and this is verbal privilege


Adrienne Rich, 1983
Excerto do poema North American Time em Your Native Land, Your Life (1986)

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At 7:33 da tarde, Anonymous Anónimo said...

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