βWriting poetry is in itself translating, from the mother tongue into another, whether French or German should make no difference. No language is the mother tongue. Writing poetry is rewriting it. Thatβs why I am puzzled when people talk of French or Russian, etc., poets. A poet may write in French; he cannot be a French poet. Thatβs ludicrous. I am not a Russian poet and am always astonished to be taken for one and looked upon in this light. The reason one becomes a poet (if it were even possible to become one, if one were not one before all else!) is to avoid being French, Russian, etc., in order to be everything.β
β Marina Tsvetaeva to Boris Pasternak, from Letters: Summer 1926
βThis is the house that built me and Iβm gonna burn it down. This is the river I crawled from and I refuse to drown here. And bless the strippers but fuck the men. And bless the berries but fuck the farm. And bless the daughter but fuck the family. What is a home if not the first place you learn to run from? Youβve got to bite the hand that starves you, and in doing so Praise the place that birthed you. Birthed you fucked up. Birthed you ugly, and interesting, and ready to scream.β
β Courtney Love Prays To Oregon, Clementine von Radics
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