6 Quotes & Sayings By Tony Hoagland

Tony Hoagland was born in 1944 in New York City, but grew up in Illinois. He graduated from the University of Illinois with a B.A. degree in history and history of science in 1966. In 1968, he took a position teaching history at the University of Tennessee, where he was a professor for twenty years Read more

He has also taught at several other universities and has worked for the U.S. Department of Education. He is the author of four books: Two Men on Horseback: The Story of Meriwether Lewis and William Clark (New York: Simon & Schuster, 1992); The Great Plains: An American Adventure (New York: Random House, 1994); The Sierras: A History (New York: Random House 1995); and The California Gold Rush: A Journey Across the Mountains and Deserts to the Golden State (New York: Random House, 1996).

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Outside the youth center, between the liquor storeand the police station, a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;overflowing with blossomfoam, like a sudsy mug of beer;like a bride ripping off her clothes, dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds, so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene. It’s been doing that all week:making beauty, and throwing it away, and making more. Tony Hoagland
The glory of the protagonist is always paid for by...
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The glory of the protagonist is always paid for by a lot of secondary characters Tony Hoagland
When you're a student of poetry, you're lucky if you...
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When you're a student of poetry, you're lucky if you don't realize how untalented you are until you get a little better. Otherwise, you would just stop. Tony Hoagland
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There isn’t a word for walking out of the grocery storewith a gallon jug of milk in a plastic sackthat should have been bagged in double layers–so that before you are even out the dooryou feel the weight of the jug draggingthe bag down, stretching the thinplastic handles longer and longerand you know it’s only a matter of time untilbottom suddenly splits. There is no single, unimpeachable wordfor that vague sensation of somethingmoving away from youas it exceeds its elastic capacity –which is too bad, because that is the word I would like to use to describe standing on the streetchatting with an old friendas the awareness grows in me that he isno longer a friend, but only an acquaintance, a person with whom I never made the effort–until this moment, when as we say goodbye I think we share a feeling of relief, a recognition that we have reachedthe end of a pretense, though to tell the truthwhat I already am thinking aboutis my gratitude for language–how it will stretch just so much and no farther;how there are some holes it will not cover up;how it will move, if not inside, thenaround the circumference of almost anything–how, over the years, it has given meback all the hours and days, all theplodding love and faith, all themisunderstandings and secrets I have willingly poured into it. Tony Hoagland
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Until we say the truth, there can be no tenderness. As long as there is desire, we will not be safe Tony Hoagland