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Profile of Philip Larkin

Philip Larkin

West Midlands / England
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Born in 1922 in Coventry, England. He attended St. John's College, Oxford.

His first book of poetry, The North Ship, was published in 1945 and, though not particularly strong on its own, is notable insofar as certain passages foreshadow the unique sensibility and maturity that characterizes his later work. In 1946, Larkin discovered the poetry ...
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11 November 2014
Above all, though, children are linked to adults by the simple fact that they are in process of turning into them. For this they may be forgiven much. Children are bound to be inferior to adults, or there is no incentive to grow up.

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Peter Henderson 15 April 2018
Larkin is like Fritos: you can read a book of his poems but nobody can read just one. Such a tonic!
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Paul Geiger 29 November 2014
New, impressive biography out by James Booth. Reviewed in WSJ,11/28/14. Maybe Dan Reynolds should read.
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Dan Reynolds 23 September 2014
You show some promise, but the archaic language lets you down. Try to read some good contemporary poets and expand your thoughts without the restriction of form.
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Robert Crick 08 June 2014
This Be The Verse They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself. Philip Larkin This Be The Children’s Verse They suss you out, your girls and boys. You may not know it, but they do. They find out all your faults and foibles Because they concentrate on you. Their eyes and ears are sharp, perceptive, Slicing through your best disguise. And if you grit your teeth and take it, Their advice might make you wise. They cannot cure your old compulsions; They will not stroke away the aches That plague your heart and grieve your bones But they can learn from your mistakes. This Be The Grandparents’ Verse They tuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not want to, but they do. They give you games and stories they had And make up new ones, just for you. And they were tucked up in their turn By parent figures in the past, Who helped them, growing up, to learn That pain and misery end at last. Your kids can comfort smaller kids. And get some pleasure from this chore. The fretful baby’s drooping eyelids Move our hearts to ask for more. Robert Crick (2008)
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Cody Dickerson 30 April 2013
How come Larkin's poem, This Be the Verse, is not in the poem list?
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Chris-ann Chikane 04 October 2012
I request your permission to include extract from Poemhunter: Night Music by Philip Larkin We will use subsequent editions of the above-referenced book, in all media of expression now known or later developed, and in all foreign language translations and other derivative works published or prepared by Mystar Education & Business Solutions (Pty) Ltd or its licensees, for distribution throughout the world, and also in versions made by non-profit organisations for use by blind or physically handicapped persons. Appropriate credit will be given on the imprint page of the book. If specific credit is required, please provide this. If the permission request relates to an image, please send us a high-resolution JPEG, TIFF or PDF of the image, since this will ensure the quality of the image during printing. Please contact me Kind Regards Chris-Ann Chikane +27 11 018-5007 chrism@starschools.co.za
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Chris-ann Chikane 04 October 2012
I request your permission to include the attached extrac from poemhunter: Title: Night-Music by Philip Larkins.We want to use this and all subsequent editions of the above-referenced book, in all media of expression now known or later developed, and in all foreign language translations and other derivative works published or prepared by Mystar Education & Business Solutions (Pty) Ltd or its licensees, for distribution throughout the world, and also in versions made by non-profit organisations for use by blind or physically handicapped persons. Appropriate credit will be given on the imprint page of the book. If specific credit is required, please provide this. If the permission request relates to an image, please send us a high-resolution JPEG, TIFF or PDF of the image, since this will ensure the quality of the image during printing. Kind Regards Chris-Ann Chikane chrism@starschools.co.za
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Marcus Clements 22 June 2012
I am probably making a very silly error....I am unable to select Phillip Larkin’s poems; can anyone help?
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Tai Chi Italy 16 July 2011
Well it wasn't mum and dad who phucked this poets poems up! It was poemshuntered down and deleted. Philip! if you are up there, curse them for their bad taste. with a smile from Tai, from his neck of the midland woods
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Ron Price 02 December 2009
Poetry is like trying to remember a tune you've forgotten... A poem is written because the poet gets a sudden vision.....he juggles with sounds and associations which will best express the original vision. It is done quite intuitively, sometimes esoterically, sometimes with a very common touch. That is why the poet never thinks of the reader. The vision has something to do with sex. I don't know what it is; it's subtle, elusive, indefineable. It's not surprising, obviously two creative forces in alliance, closely connected. The result is a poetry of self-indulgence, the patter of the entertainer, fodder for future social historians from a poet who needs emotional isolation, from a poet who touches our hearts by showing his own, who reveals the paradoxes and enigmas of our lives by putting his own on the table, who provides, for me, perspectives on unity that emerge out of aloneness and solitude. -Ron Price with thanks to Andrew Swarbrick, Out of Reach: The Poetry of Philip Larkin, St. Martin 's Press, NY,1995, p.21. He pursues self-definition, the nature of identity, through separateness, exclusion and difference, negative self-definition, a voice of Englishness back in that ninth and early tenth stage of history1, after the loss of imperial power, diminished influence and, yes, a new value to English experience. A remorseful tone, secular but communal and telling, not untrue, not unkind and on the margins, exposed to the beyond, imprisoned in a personality, something hidden, something he has been given, reticence-English privacy ethic: where difference merges into absolute unity; where special uniqueness and loneliness are clarified as oneness, endless continuities and discontinuities. Ron Price 1 1953-1963-ninth stage of history; 1963-1973-first ten years of the tenth stage of history. Larkin did not write 'many poems after 1973.'(ibid., p.164) --------
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Charlotte Chadwick 06 August 2009
Hi-the word anaesthetic is misspelled: 'anasthetic' in the Larkin poem 'Aubade' on this site. Please correct! Cheers.
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Chris Guidon 18 June 2009
Oblivion, Ill drink to oblivion. A rutting alchemist just like the rest, my potent breath warms their swollen breast's, the differentiation between truth and lies blurred, and my eloquent post modernist jive now slurred, ...so, dazed... i drift into the night, head filled with romance, seduced by the city lights. larkin taught me my moral views, nescient i, ever obtuse; subscribed to the school of self abuse. Now the smoky sweet taste of vomit brings dawn. I write on the walls, the words 'Vacant' and 'Forlorn.'
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Kim Doyle 24 May 2009
Not to be Anywhere Forever Philip Larkin said in “Aubade” but we are always in the hearts of those who love us, though we are apart. That is the place we rest and are remembered. That which must not be spoken of, no not the name Macbeth by an actor, gives the zing to the smallest of things; the minutiae that makes up life. Without death there can be no life, no life without death. Interminably biting at each others’ tails. We all fail, in the end. Good Night, Good Morning, again.
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p.a. noushad 11 July 2008
the poems nerrate the simple and complex side of life.
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Tracker Ogryphon 21 February 2008
A suprizing anthology of english writing. It is a bit above my understanding. But I enjoyed the story. Thank You.
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