Monthly Archives: August 2020

My Review of Philip Larkin’s “High Windows”

I recently read “High Windows” by Philip Larkin, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B009R67L46/. Then, yesterday evening I discussed Larkin’s poetry with my old friend, Jeff.

Where I to be asked by someone unfamiliar with poetry, for a list of poets with whom they might start, Larkin would undoubtedly be amongst my recommendations. His verse is packed with meaning whilst not being overly difficult to grasp, making it an ideal starting place for the person with little, or no knowledge of poetry.

To state the above, is not to imply that Larkin’s verse is devoid of inner meanings – it is replete with them. However, his poetry can, I believe be appreciated by those who would be put off poetry for life where they to be introduced to Eliot’s “Wasteland” as their first taste of poetry. Whilst “The Wasteland” is a literary masterpiece, it is not an easy poem to grasp, and that is putting it mildly!

Turning specifically to “High Windows”, this short collection contains what is, in all probability the poet’s most famous poem, “This Be The Verse”, which begins “They fuck you up, your mum and dad”.

The above poem is not, in my view one of Larkin’s best poems, although I can, of course understand why it appeals to school children, who do, quite naturally, find something slightly subversive in “This be The Verse”.

A poem such as “The Old Fools” is much worthier of serious consideration. In it Larkin describes a group of elderly people, many of whom have (or are in the process of succumbing to dementia. Larkin’s description lacks sentimentality, and he acknowledges that all of us will become, in the end “old fools”.

Larkin can be cynical (or truthful depending on one’s point of view). In his poem, “Going, Going” he decries the destruction of the environment:

“For the first time I feel somehow
That it isn’t going to last,

That before I snuff it, the whole
Boiling will be bricked in
Except for the tourist parts—
First slum of Europe: a role
It won’t be hard to win,
With a cast of crooks and tarts.”

Cynical? or truthful? you pays your money and you makes your choice.

In fact, “Going, Going” contains both elements of cynicism and truthfullness. But it is also a passionate defense of the environment, not from a left-wing perspective (for Larkin was a Conservative). Rather it is a poem decrying the impact of the masses on the natural world. and the commercial interests who are, in Larkin’s view, only too happy to build more shopping centres, factories, houses Etc.

I recommend “High Windows”.

Morality

We spoke of morality.
I listened, with respect
To your view.
For you
Are no mere object,
And I,
Do not objectify.

Women are ends
In and of themselves,
And not means
to another’s selfish ends.
The poet delves
Romantics play with semantics.
And poets obfuscate scenes.

A Talented Young Poet Named Leigh

When a talented young poet named Leigh
Said, “I want you to anthologise me”.
They put her in a book
Where you and I can look.
As she’s talented as talented can be!

When a beautiful young poet named Leigh
Said, “I want you to anthologise me!”.
They put her in a book
Where certain kinds of gentlemen look.
And don’t tell that mother of Leigh!

Immortalised in Rhyme

a young lady whose name is Lyme
Said, “please immortalise me in your rhyme”.
So I wrote of our passionate night
With a buxom young lady called White.
And now she’s immortalised in my rhyme

My Review of “The Wolves of Vimar” by V. M. Sang

I recently finished reading “The Wolves of Vimar”, by Vivienne (V. M. Sang). I greatly enjoyed the book and I have posted the below review on Amazon:

“I don’t usually like fantasy literature, however this was an excellent read which I thoroughly recommend. I shall be reading the other books by this author.”

You can find “The Wolves of Vimar” here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wolf-Pack-Wolves-Vimar-Book-ebook/dp/B00CJ16VZ6/

When A Naughty Young Lady Named Lou

When a naughty young lady named Lou
Spanked me with her brand new shoe.
And she said, “are you enjoying?”.
I said,”your shoe your destroying,
And you’ve beaten me black and blue!”.

Claire’s Pear

When a young lady named Claire
Said, “have you seen my pear,
Over there, in that bowl?”.
I Said, “bless my soul,
That is a very fine pair!”.

The Morning After, The Night Before

The morning after, the night before
I hear, emptiness’s baying roar.
I shall give in to wordplay
Which, helps the stretching day
Pass. I shall drink
My tea.
Watch the devil wink
And think
On 3.

A Gentleman Said

A gentleman said, “your attentions must cease
Towards my sweet and naive young niece!”.
I said, “is that Miss Claire,
With her lovely long, blonde hair?”.
He said, “that is my other niece!”.