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Should Poets Use Swear Words In Their Poetry?
In June 2017, I wrote a post entitled “Its My Blog and I’ll Swear If I Like”, https://newauthoronline.com/2017/06/27/its-my-blog-and-ill-swear-if-i-like/. In that article I argued that everyone has a right to run their blogs as they wish, including utilising swear words in posts. I also stated that swearing has a place in literature, for instance a gangster novel in which none of the characters swear would be wholly unbelievable.
I am, as pointed out in the above piece, no plaster saint myself and will on occasions swear in my personal life. However this is a rarity and when I swear it is, almost always under my breath and its not something of which I am proud.
I was reminded of my 2017 post by this article on the blog of the poet Giles L. Turnbull, http://gilesturnbullpoet.com/2018/04/01/i-swear-that-be-poetry/, in which he discusses the use of swearing in poetry. The article makes for interesting reading but utilises several four letter words, consequently anyone who would find this offensive may wish to avoid clicking on the above link.
As Giles points out, Shakespeare and Larkin (amongst others) employ swear words, for example Larkin’s “This Be The Verse” is famous (infamous)? For beginning with “They f . . k you up your mum and dad, they may not mean to, but they do”, and (in the case of Philip Larkin) the use of the “f” word is wholly justified (there would not be a meaningful poem where he to have written “they mess you up your mum and dad”. However I remain of the view that the sprinkling of poetry (or any other writing) with expletives for no reason other than shock value serves no useful purpose and I personally find such utilisation offensive.
Kevin
There Was A Young Lady From Bangkok
There was a young lady from Bangkok
Who did my poetry mock.
So I brought down a curse
In the form of a verse
While drunk on spirits and hock!
There Was A Young Lady From Bangkok
There was a young lady from Bangkok
Who lost a little white sock.
I discovered the shoe
Of a girl called Lou
But I never found that sock …
Sun
Children play
On another hot day,
Their faces
Carrying traces
Of yet another icecream.
As girls pass by
Displaying sunkissed thigh
And young men dream
But not of icecream
I think on
The tinder dry
Heather
And wonder whether
We are too far gone
Taps
Looking back
I recall
The Union Jack
And Taps
At nightfall.
Sometimes I desire
The certainty of the camp fire,
That ancient union
Felt in the communion
Of song.
It has long since gone
But memories live on,
Tinged with nostalgia perhaps
For Taps
And the flag that did unite
Both black and white
In the camp fire’s simple light.
There Was A Young Lady Called Lou
There was a young lady called Lou
Who said “I am in love with you!”.
So she lent me some money
(That sweet, darling honey)
And now I’m in love with Sue!
Cheap
Cheap
Girls shoes.
I choose
Not to keep.
Oh Would The Night
Oh would the night
Wrap me tight
In her longed for arms,
There I would take
Delight.
In her untried charms.
But she
Would forsake
Me
Come break
Of day
And I
Should sigh
And go dally
With Sally
Or Fay.
Hot
The sun
Is hot
And my thoughts run
To where they ought not.
Short clothes
And her toes
Bare
To the teasing air