Philip Larkin

Church on Tuesday

Charles Bukowski

Fatalistically determined and fundamentally flawed.

Ipso

Church on Tuesday wrote: »

Charles Bukowski

Fatalistically determined and fundamentally flawed.

I'm fundamentally flawed in many ways, yet I'm not famous.

Church on Tuesday

Ipso wrote: »

I'm fundamentally flawed in many ways, yet I'm not famous.

We all are.

Stopitwillya

A much better hurler than he was at the poetry.

Immortal Starlight

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils

Mr William Wordsworth = pure magic.

Hoop66

Still waters wrote: »

Kipling imo

Do you like Kipling?
I don't know, I've never Kippled.

Twat - John Cooper Clarke

Like a nightclub in the morning, you're the bitter end
Like a recently disinfected ****house, you're clean round the bend
You give me the horrors
Too bad to be true
All of my tomorrows
Are lousy 'cause of you
You put the Shat in Shatter
Put the Pain in Spain
Your germs are splattered about
Your face is just a stain
You're certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag
Do us all a favor, here, wear this polythene bag
You're like a dose of scabies
I've got you under my skin
You make life a fairytale
Grimm!
People mention murder, the moment you arrive
I'd consider killing you if I thought you were alive
You've got this slippery quality
It makes me think of phlegm
And a dual personality
I hate both of them
You're bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away
Like a death a birthday party
You ruin all the fun
Like a sucked and spat-our Smartie
You're no use to anyone
Like the shadow of the guillotine
On a dead consumptive's face
Speaking as an outsider
What do you think of the human race?
You went to a progressive psychiatrist
He recommended suicide
Before scratching your bad name off his list
And pointing the way outside
You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart
You're heading for a breakdown
Better pull yourself apart
Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss
Your attitudes are platitudes
Just make me wanna piss
What kind of creature bore you
Was it some kind of bat?
They can't find a good word for you
But I can
Twat!

Giraffe Box

HAIKU by John Cooper Clarke

“To convey one’s mood
in seventeen syllables
is very diffic”

paw patrol

poetry is ****..

Badly Drunk Boy

I saw a bit of The Chase yesterday, and some woman was asked:
Who wrote the poem 'As Bad as a Mile' about the poet throwing an apple core into the bin but missing?

The options were Wordsworth, Larkin, or Chaucer. She went for Wordsworth, obviously. :rolleyes:

Giraffe Box wrote: »

HAIKU by John Cooper Clarke

“To convey one’s mood
in seventeen syllables
is very diffic”

Haiku annoy me, but I like that.

Earthhorse

There are plenty of poets worth a damn. Dickinson, Cummings, Bukowski and Simon Armitage more recently (reminds me a bit of Larkin).

Larkin too, but no, not the only poet worth a damn.

Earthhorse

bluewolf wrote: »

Cant stand him

Oh yeah?

I heard he's not too fond of you neither. :rolleyes:

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Can’t remember the channel now but there was a show on Larkin the other night. Mentioned he was into photography all his life and took hundreds if not thousands of photos.



I’m fairly sure this is one of his. He had a Browning/Brownie camera all his life, the same one.

topper75

paw patrol wrote: »

poetry is ****..

99% certainly is.

But the OP is still correct. Larkin's work is outstanding in that it has actual use.

When my wife ever acts annoyingly positive or enthusiastic, I slowly and deliberately recite Aubade in full. Brings it all back to an even keel I find.

paw patrol

topper75 wrote: »

99% certainly is.

But the OP is still correct. Larkin's work is outstanding in that it has actual use.

When my wife ever acts annoyingly positive or enthusiastic, I slowly and deliberately recite Aubade in full. Brings it all back to an even keel I find.

poetry is **** , but i do approve off your methods.

Obvious Desperate Breakfasts

This is my favorite poem:

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.

Better Than Christ

I've just written a haiku about W.B. Yates.

Spelling his surname
Like Ivan's is something that
W.B Heats

Esel

Better Than Christ wrote: »

I've just written a haiku about W.B. Yates.

Spelling his surname
Like Ivan's is something that
W.B Heats

Missing two syllables on the last line!

'William Butler' would fix it?

Better Than Christ

Esel wrote: »

Missing two syllables on the last line!

'William Butler' would fix it?

double-you-bee

Esel

Better Than Christ wrote: »

double-you-bee

Bedtime for me, I think...

coffee_cake

Earthhorse wrote: »

Oh yeah?

I heard he's not too fond of you neither. :rolleyes:

Loozer

Still waters wrote: »

Kipling imo

Here doth sit my favourite cake

Ready to eat upon my plate

I shall go forth and bake

A hundred more for my wake

cj maxx

James Joyce
Emily Dickinson
Wilfred Owen
W.B. Yeats
All enjoyable reads