Clearly, once the student is no longer a student the possibilities of relationship are enlarged. Marilyn Hacker More Quotes by Marilyn Hacker More Quotes From Marilyn Hacker Did you love well what very soon you left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache. Never so full, I never was bereft so utterly. The winter evenings drift dark to the window. Not one work will make you, where you are, turn in your day, or wake from your night toward me. The only gift I got to keep or give is what I've cried, floodgates let down to mourning for the dead chances, for the end of being young, for everyone I loved who really died. I drank our one year out in brine instead of honey from the seasons of your tongue. Marilyn Hacker broken-hearthomewinter With, or despite our scars, we stay alive. Marilyn Hacker staying-alivescaralive There is a way in which all writing is connected. In a second language, for example, a workshop can liberate the students' use of the vocabulary they're acquiring. Marilyn Hacker vocabularyusewriting Did you love well what you very soon left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache. Marilyn Hacker heartachearmshome I have experienced healing through other writers' poetry, but there's no way I can sit down to write in the hope a poem will have healing potential. If I do, I'll write a bad poem. Marilyn Hacker healingwritingway Women love a sick child or a healthy animal; A man who is both itches them like an incubus. Marilyn Hacker animalmenchildren There is something very satisfactory about being in the middle of something. Marilyn Hacker middle I started to send my work to journals when I was 26, which was just a question of when I got the courage up. They were mostly journals I had been reading for the previous six or seven years. Marilyn Hacker readingliteratureyears You are almost not free, if you are teaching a group of graduate students, to become friends with one of them. I don't mean anything erotically charged, just a friendship. Marilyn Hacker teachingfriendshipmean As a teacher you are more or less obliged to pay the same amount of attention to everything. That can wear you down. Marilyn Hacker payattentionteacher We sometimes received - and I would read - 200 manuscripts a week. Some of them were wonderful, some were terrible; most were mediocre. It was like the gifts of the good and bad fairies. Marilyn Hacker fairyliteraturesometimes Community means people spending time together here, and I don't think there's really that. Marilyn Hacker meanpeoplethinking I've been an inveterate reader of literary magazines since I was a teenager. There are always discoveries. You're sitting in your easy chair, reading; you realize you've read a story or a group of poems four times, and you know, Yes, I want to go farther with this writer. Marilyn Hacker teenagerreadingdiscovery Of the individual poems, some are more lyric and some are more descriptive or narrative. Each poem is fixed in a moment. All those moments written or read together take on the movement and architecture of a narrative. Marilyn Hacker movementliteraturetogether Given the devaluation of literature and of the study of foreign languages per se in the United States, as well as the preponderance of theory over text in graduate literature studies, creative writing programs keep literature courses populated. Marilyn Hacker united-statescreativewriting The woman poet must be either a sexless, reclusive eccentric, with nothing to say specifically to women, or a brilliant, tragic, tortured suicide. Marilyn Hacker eccentricbrilliantsuicide Who gets to choose what battle takes her down? Marilyn Hacker battle i'm alternatingly brilliant and witless-and sleepless: bed is just a swamp to roll in. Marilyn Hacker swampsbrilliantbed The ambiguities of language, both in terms of vocabulary and syntax, are fascinating: how important connotation is, what is lost and what is gained in the linguistic transition. Marilyn Hacker transitionvocabularyimportant You happened to me. You were as deep down as I’ve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse. Marilyn Hacker deep-downpulsehappened
