Posts tagged Philip Larkin

When Philip gets pissed off with death
He turns all prophetic and saith,
‘Fuck death, and fuck dying,
The Cosmos ain’t trying
- And Christ all this gin on my breath!’
Philip Larkin would condense his poems into limericks for his friend Robert Conquest. This is Aubade.
Philip Larkin once made this pun at a boxing match. Little wonder he was catnip for the literary ladies.

Philip Larkin once made this pun at a boxing match. Little wonder he was catnip for the literary ladies.

I bloody give you up when it comes to women. It’s not that I meet different women to you, I just meet them differently.
An exasperated Kingsley Amis to Philip Larkin, as remembered by Martin Amis during a discussion at the University of Manchester. The younger Amis has an interesting take on the Eeyorish Larkin, who maintained an unlikely three affairs concurrently before circumstance forced his hand and he finally assented to an ailing Monica Jones moving into 105 Newland Park. Amis argues that this image of Larkin as the “Don Juan of Hull” is misplaced and the often-noted ugliness in his character was matched also by something equally unpleasant in the triumvirate of Jones, Maeve Brennan and his “loaf-haired secretary” Betty Mackereth. I think there’s something to his interpretation, or at least there might be when it comes to the abrasive Jones - of whom Amis describes as looking like an urka, a hereditary substrate of Siberian criminal - and Brennan, a pious and virginial Catholic who tried to claim Larkin for God after his death in 1985. He’s less convincing when it comes to Mackereth and I’m not altogether comfortable with absolving Larkin as the innocent dupe whose unlucky trifecta came home but it makes for an absorbing listen.
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Philip Larkin’s poem Is it for Now or for Always, set to music by Black and White Tango. Taken from the album all night north, available from the Philip Larkin Society.