R.S. Farris Poems
|1.||To Dr. And Mrs. Mcgraw||1/2/2007|
|5.||And The Point Is...||3/15/2007|
|6.||The Dandelion Kings||3/17/2007|
|8.||Some Have Called You Proud, And So You Are||4/17/2007|
|10.||Thanks For The Because||7/5/2007|
|11.||'Intentional Combinations Of Words'||10/30/2006|
|12.||Life Is A Vending Machine-A Real One||10/30/2006|
|16.||Schumann: Opus 15, No.12 (Andante Poco Lento)||3/15/2007|
|18.||Love Song For Toccoa||7/5/2007|
|21.||Comprendre La Vitesse||4/4/2007|
Comments about R.S. Farris
I am one of those who write in journals knowing,
somewhere inside, that we really want someone to
read this. Not blatantly, but somehow, some
way, we want someone to know. Why else would we
write it down? Sometimes the readers are only ourselves,
changed by days, years, or even hours, changed
into different people who can read objectively what we
wrote back then.
Sometimes the readers don’t exist.
What would it be like if there was someone you could really
talk to, someone you could tell all the
things you only write in your journal and scratch ...
A high-water mark in the process of growing up
is the dread realization that the world is not
cut and dried anymore.
A child sees the world from
a tiny peephole which somehow
shuts out confusion and the the
downright messiness of the “adult” life.
It’s a pity it doesn’t last.
But eventually we have to face our first