Ron Rash

Ron Rash
Ron Rash, an American poet, short story writer and novelist, is the Parris Distinguished Professor in Appalachian Cultural Studies at Western Carolina University...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
CountryUnited States of America
long landscape north-carolina
I live in Cullowhee, North Carolina. That's where I teach, at Western Carolina University. That region is where my family has lived for a long time and that region is my landscape.
writing thinking long
I think writing a poem is like being a greyhound. Writing a novel is like being a mule. You go up one long row, then down another, and try not to look up too often to see how far you still have to go.
haunted might
I've always been haunted that he might have been.
century enjoyed journal medical research teach
I think one thing I enjoyed most was doing medical research for the doctor's journal because I really had to teach myself 19th century medicine.
boy shot took
They took a 12-year-old boy and took him out and shot him.
assumption
You can't make that assumption about 'we' being the losers.
family fought grow white
I think a lot of times when you grow up in the South, if you're white at least, you think your family fought Confederate.
looks hearing atrocities
The woman doesn't look up. It's as if she's deaf. Maybe she is. Maybe she's like the Cambodian women I've read about, the ones who witnessed so many atrocities that they have willed themselves blind. Maybe that's what you have to do sometimes to survive. You kill off part of yourself, your hearing or eyesight, your capacity for hope.
character goal world
One of my goals is to allow readers to see my characters and the world they inhabit as vividly as possible.
track mind fields
I wouldn't mind being a track and field coach.
writing taught regions
Faulkner came from my region and taught me how you could write about a place.
hands my-favorite luke
Cool-Hand Luke' is one of my favorite movies.
thinking
As I get older I find myself thinking it all begins with Shakespeare.
good-day hard-times littles
It struck her how eating was a comfort during a hard time because it reminded you that there had been other days, good days, when you’d eaten the same thing. Reminded you there were good days in life, when precious little else did. (268)