Tuesday, 15 February 2011

Just Larkin About

Here's a bitter, satirical poem from Philip Larkin which may strike a chord. It's called 'A Study of Reading Habits':

When getting my nose in a book
Cured most things short of school,
It was worth ruining my eyes
To know I could still keep cool,
And deal out the old right hook
To dirty dogs twice my size.

Later, with inch-thick specs,
Evil was just my lark:
Me and my coat and fangs
Had ripping times in the dark.
The women I clubbed with sex!
I broke them up like meringues.

Don't read much now: the dude
Who lets the girl down before
The hero arrives, the chap
Who's yellow and keeps the store
Seem far too familiar. Get stewed:
Books are a load of crap.


Ewarwoowar said...

Larkin was the librarian down at my local library for a few years, apparently.

Isn't that interesting.

The Plashing Vole said...

Yes, Wellington. He hated it. Distracted himself by making a 16 year old very unhappy too.