Harold Pinter Poems
- Message Jill. Fred phoned. He can't make tonight. He said ...
- Poem (Don'T Look...) Don't look. The world's about to ...
- Restaurant No, you're wrong. Everyone is as beautiful as...
- The Ventriloquists I send my voice into your mouth You ...
- Poem (I Saw Len Hutton In His ... I saw Len Hutton in ...
- Paris The curtain white in folds, She walks two steps and ...
- Cancer Cells They have forgotten how to die And so extend ...
Harold Pinter (10 October 1930 – 24 December 2008) was a Nobel Prize-winning English playwright, screenwriter, director and actor. One of the most influential modern British dramatists, his writing career spanned more than 50 years. His best-known plays include The Birthday Party (1957), The Homecoming (1964), and Betrayal (1978), each of which he adapted for the screen. His screenplay adaptations of others' works include The Servant (1963), The Go-Between (1970), The French Lieutenant's Woman (1981), The Trial (1993), and Sleuth (2007). He also directed or acted in radio, stage, television, and film productions of his own and others' works.
Pinter was born and raised in Hackney, ... more »
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''Isn't it true that every aristocrat wants to die?''Harold Pinter (b. 1930), British playwright, screenwriter, and Joseph Losey. Stephen (Dirk Bogarde), Accident, to an aristocratic student (1967). ...
Jill. Fred phoned. He can't make tonight.
He said he'd call again, as soon as poss.
I said (on your behalf) OK, no sweat.
He said to tell you he was fine,
Only the crap, he said, you know, it sticks,
The crap you have to fight.
You're sometimes nothing but a walking shithouse.
I was well acquainted with the pong myself,
I told him, and I counselled calm.
Don't let the fuckers get you down,
Take the lid off the kettle a couple of minutes,
Go on the town, burn someone to death,
Find another tart, giver her some hammer,
Live while you're young, until it ...