Marge Piercy
Marge Piercy
Marge Piercyis an American poet, novelist, and social activist. Piercy is the author of Woman on the Edge of Time; He, She and It, which won the 1993 Arthur C. Clarke Award; and Gone to Soldiers, a New York Times Best Seller and sweeping historical novel set during World War II...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth31 March 1936
CountryUnited States of America
depressing people tree
i find it easy to admire in trees what depresses me in people
way great-men fractions
There are obviously a great many ways to organize some fraction of the material in a life.
justice bread and-love
There is no justice we don't make daily like bread and love.
dream eye artist
Every artist creates with open eyes what she sees in her dream.
hate evil mind
Nobody hates us as ourselves. In their minds we're not human... They don't hate us because we did something or said something. They make us stand for an evil they invent and then they want to kill it in us.
religious holiday years
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.
writing moments disappear
Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment.
mother memories husband
Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment. All that remains of my mother is what I remember and what I have written for and about her. Eventually that is all that will remain of [my husband] and me. Writing sometimes feels frivolous and sometimes sacred, but memory is one of my strongest muses. I serve her with my words. So long as people read, those we love survive however evanescently. As do we writers, saying with our life's work, Remember. Remember us. Remember me.
beautiful dark hair
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.
thinking our-actions action
I think we validate our lives through our actions.
time connections made
Connections are made slowly, sometimes they grow underground.
best-love chocolate milk
When she kissed him, he melted like a lump of milk chocolate.
sexy lying eye
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.
past thinking people
I don't think writers change the past any more than other people do, except in so far as we may mine our lives and change things for fictional use.