I have a great advantage over many of my colleagues inasmuch as my students bring with them to class their own personal knowledge of national, regional, religious, ethnic, occupational, and family folklore traditions.
The worst thing we could do is impose time limits and then expect people to sink or swim once they move off welfare.
We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly could, I stayed where I was happy.
My parents didn’t care very much what I did, and that was probably a blessing.
At the time I was growing up, literature was involved with the so-called confessional poets. And I was not interested in that. I did not think that specific and personal perspective functioned well for the reader at all.
If you don’t have a teacher you can’t have a disciple.
Their term project consists of a fieldwork collection of folklore that they create by interviewing family members, friends, or anyone they can manage to persuade to serve as an informant.
I had a very dysfunctional family, and a very hard childhood. So I made a world out of words. And it was my salvation.
I simply do not distinguish between work and play.
I’ve always wanted to write poems and nothing else.