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
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.
strong-women eye justice
A strong woman is a woman at work, cleaning out the cesspool of the ages, and while she shovels, she talks about how she doesn't mind crying, it opens the ducts of the eyes, and throwing up develops the stomach muscles, and she goes on shoveling with tears in her nose.
sleep cat people
Sleeping together is a euphemism for people, but tantamount to marriage with cats.
cures being-loved
Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved.
glasses steel use
The will to be totally rational is the will to be made out of glass and steel: and to use others as if they were glass and steel.
night anxiety scared
Where I came from, the nights I had wandered and survived scared them, and where I would go they never imagined.
women people firsts
The people I love the best, jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows.