Shake me up Judy Posted April 13, 2020 Share Posted April 13, 2020 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
quilp Posted April 13, 2020 Share Posted April 13, 2020 His rise, his national fame, his prose lamentable, his rhythm, lame. Does nowt for me the works he dealt, unable to feel what other's felt. Must be barkin' But I never liked Larkin... 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chinahand Posted June 1, 2020 Author Share Posted June 1, 2020 I recently read Rana Mitter's history of China's war with Japan 1937-1945. In it he mentioned WH Auden's sonnet XII and after looking it up its final stanzas trouble me - there are too many places in the world where maps really point to paces where life is evil now. Sonnet XII Here war is harmless like a monument: A telephone is talking to a man; Flags on a map declare that troops were sent; A boy brings milk in bowls. There is a plan For living men in terror of their lives, Who thirst at nine who were to thirst at noon, Who can be lost and are, who miss their wives And, unlike an idea, can die too soon. Yet ideas can be true, although men die: For we have seen a myriad faces Ecstatic from one lie, And maps can really point to places Where life is evil now. Nanking. Dachau. W.H Auden 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chinahand Posted June 1, 2020 Author Share Posted June 1, 2020 @quilp - if you never liked Larkin, did you at least forgive him for This Be The Verse? This Be The Verse BY PHILIP LARKIN 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. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
quilp Posted June 8, 2020 Share Posted June 8, 2020 Each to their own China. I've read most of Larkin's work, some of it is ok I suppose but that he became laureate is undeserved as far as I'm concerned. His output has an air of Bradford gasworks in winter's rain. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chinahand Posted June 14, 2020 Author Share Posted June 14, 2020 Heard this poem by Emily Dickinson for the first time listening to this discussion between Steven Pinker and Patrick Hogan. Interesting stuff. The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea— For—hold them—Blue to Blue— The one the other will absorb— As sponges—Buckets—do— The Brain is just the weight of God— For—Heft them—Pound for Pound— And they will differ—if they do— As Syllable from Sound— Emily Dickinson, c. 1862 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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james234298 Posted December 1, 2021 Share Posted December 1, 2021 Each to their own China. I've perused a large portion of Larkin's work, some of it is alright I assume yet that he became laureate is gratuitous, taking everything into account. His result has a quality of Bradford gasworks in winter's downpour. https://techconsumptions.com/best-motherboard-for-i7-6800k/ 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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