Guy Farmer - Poet and Joke Writer


I’m a  sad man now, and so I will remain: a man who stares suspiciously  at his eyes in the windowpane, who finds it hard to love himself,  who survives despite his indifference to his own life.

―Margaret Mazzantini, from Don’t Move (Anchor, 2005)

Tonight the woods are darkened.
You have forgotten what pain
Had once drawn you forth:
To remember it might yet be some pain.
But to forget may, too, be pain.
Robert Penn Warren, section 3 “The Hazel Leaf” of “IV. Dark Woods,” from Promises: Poems. 1954-1956 (Random House, 1957)