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The End Of My Wits

by Thomas Farber

publisher Andrea Young Arts

June, 2013

About the epigrams of Thomas Farber

To revive the epigram in the age of tweets and texts is a Herculean undertaking. Working in the tradition of Rochefoucauld, Chamfort, and Joubert (with side trips from Confucius to Wilde), Thomas Farber brings a twenty-first-century sensibility to the literary miniature. His epigrams are not so much self-contained pearls as the knife-sharp shards of a shattered mirror—in which we make out the shapes of our selves not in the bits of glass but in the spaces between the fragments. 
—Thomas Christensen, author of 1616: The World in Motion

As epigrammatist, Tom Farber’s a doctor making house calls: checking on our human condition. In his black bag, stethoscope, tongue depressor, and reflex hammer for listening and testing. But also—for mercilessly amused diagnoses—scalpel, razor wire, and garrote. Each, handled deftly, not pain-free, but curative.
—Frank Stewart, Editor, Manoa: A Pacific Journal

does more than compact the world into the essence perceived by its idiosyncratic compositor. It also hints at an expansive hidden narrative of sex, death, joy and despair. In short, as the author presumably prefers all things, it may be an epigramasterpiece.
—Melvin Jules Bukiet, A Faker's Dozen

Epigram: a terse observation aspiring to the universal and irreducible. Generally about human foible or fate. Relies on paradox, hyperbole, or wordplay to compel a flash of recognition. Kissing cousin of axioms, parables, maxims, apothegms, and Zen koans.

–Thomas Farber