Adrienne Rich died the day before yesterday. This is a quote from Rich from Victoria Brownworth's obituary piece at Lambda Literary:
Whatever is unnamed, un-depicted in images, whatever is omitted from biography, censored in collections of letters, whatever is misnamed as something else, made difficult-to-come-by, whatever is buried in the memory by the collapse of meaning under an inadequate or lying language–this will become, not merely unspoken, but unspeakable.A poet's job is to observe, to recognise, and to name without blinking what others are too blind or afraid to see. Rich never blinked. I'm sorry she's gone.