"I think that when you come from a culture that is not mainstream, when you're not expected to be a mainstream cultural person, you really can use that in a way to admit that you don't have that much loyalty to [the tradition] and that you can play with forms more. You can be much more experimental, you can mix styles up, you don't have to be linear, you don't have to be dichotomous, and believe it's either poetry or prose or whatever. You can really mix the media."
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Michelle Cliff
Michelle Carla Cliff (2 November 1946 – 12 June 2016) was a Jamaican-American writer.
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