Tony Hoagland (1953–2018)
Autor de What Narcissism Means to Me: Poems
Sobre El Autor
Anthony Dey Hoagland was born at Fort Bragg, North Carolina on November 19, 1953. He received a bachelor's degree in general studies from the University of Iowa and a master of fine arts degree from the University of Arizona. His first poetry collection, Sweet Ruin, was published in 1992. His other mostrar más collections of poetry included What Narcissism Means to Me, Unincorporated Persons in the Late Honda Dynasty, Real Sofistikashun, Twenty Poems That Could Save America and Other Essays, and Priest Turned Therapist Treats Fear of God. He taught at the University of Houston. He died from pancreatic cancer on October 23, 2018 at the age of 64. (Bowker Author Biography) mostrar menos
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- Hoagland, Anthony Dey
- Fecha de nacimiento
- 1953-11-19
- Fecha de fallecimiento
- 2018-10-23
- Género
- male
- Nacionalidad
- USA
- Lugar de nacimiento
- Fort Bragg, North Carolina, USA
- Lugar de fallecimiento
- Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA
- Educación
- Williams College
University of Iowa
University of Arizona - Ocupaciones
- poet
- Premios y honores
- American Academy of Arts and Letters Academy Award (Literature, 2002)
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- #19,194
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- 34
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"My heroes are the ones who don’t say much.
They don’t hug people they just met.
They don’t play louder when confused.
They use plain language even when they listen."
"Wisdom doesn’t come to every Californian.
Chances are I too will die with difficulty in the dark."
Or from “Which Would You Prefer, A Story or an Explanation?”
“I can’t tell the difference between inner peace and mild depression, / writes her friend from Philadelphia, in small blue script / on the back of a postcard of Chagall.”
and my favorite, “Hope:”
“I didn’t belong in the Twenty-First Century. / I didn’t belong anywhere anymore. / I sat in my old-fashioned kitchen / staring at the green Formica counter. / That’s when the butterfly floated through the window, / and landed on the artificial flower.”… (más)