Kingsley Amis Poems
- Untitled Things tell less and less: The news impersonal And...
- Something Nasty In The Booksho... Between the Gardening and the...
- A Note On Wyatt See her come bearing down, a tidy ...
- Wasted That cold winter evening The fire would not ...
- The Voice Of Authority: A Lang... Do this. Don't move. ...
- To A Baby Born Without Limbs This is just to show you whose ...
Sir Kingsley William Amis, CBE (16 April 1922 – 22 October 1995) was an English novelist, poet, critic and teacher. He wrote more than 20 novels, six volumes of poetry, a memoir, and various short stories, radio and television scripts, and books of social and literary criticism. According to his biographer, Zachary Leader, Amis was "the finest British comic novelist of the second half of the ... more »
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''Outside every fat man there was an even fatter man trying to close in.''Kingsley Amis (b. 1922), British novelist. One Fat Englishman, ch. 3 (1963). Roger Micheldene, "a shortish fat Englishman of forty," musing over a...
''He was of the faith chiefly in the sense that the church he currently did not attend was Catholic.''Kingsley Amis (b. 1922), British novelist. One Fat Englishman, ch. 8 (1963). Said of Roger Micheldene.
Growing older, I have lost the need to be political, which means, in this country, the need to be left. I am driven into grudging toleration of the Conservative Party because it is the party of non-po...Kingsley Amis (1922-1995), British novelist. Sunday Telegraph (London, July 2, 1967).
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Things tell less and less:
The news impersonal
And from afar; no book
Worth wrenching off the shelf.
Liquor brings dizziness
And food discomfort; all
Music sounds thin and tired,
And what picture could earn a look?
The self drowses in the self
Beyond hope of a visitor.
Desire and those desired
Fade, and no matter:
Memories in decay
Annihilate the day.
There once was an answer:
Up at the stroke of seven,
A turn round the garden
(Breathing deep and slow),
Then work, never mind what,
How small, provided that
It serves another's ...