Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get.
What I'm fighting for now in my work... for an expression relevant to all manner of blacks, poems I could take into a tavern, into the street, into the halls of a housing project.
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What this quote means
Gwendolyn Brooks emphasizes the importance of creating poetry that resonates with the everyday experiences of Black individuals in various settings.
In this quote, Gwendolyn Brooks speaks to her mission as a poet to craft works that reflect the diverse and authentic experiences of Black people, aiming to make her poetry accessible and relatable across different spaces, from informal taverns to the hustle of the streets and the realities of housing projects. This reflects her commitment to social relevance in art and the power of poetry as a vehicle for representing marginalized voices.
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This quote could be used in a speech about the importance of diverse voices in literature at a cultural festival.
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A writer should get as much education as possible, but just going to school is not enough; if it were, all owners of doctorates would be inspired writers.
I shall create! If not a note, a hole./If not an overture, a desecration.
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