How Larkin’s stammer may have helped him find his voice
As a child, he couldn’t even ask for a railway ticket. Could the clarity of his poems have emerged from…
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As a child, he couldn’t even ask for a railway ticket. Could the clarity of his poems have emerged from…
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I was a panicky teenager with a chaotic home life, but the profound clarity of his poems showed me a…
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Larkin argues that those who don’t fear death are deluding themselves, but as I age I realise that he misses…
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He had a gift for wisecracks, but the poet’s best lines come from a search for wisdom and authenticity.
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His voice was not “poetic” but calm, clear, melodic and witty – and it inspired in me a sense of…
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His wit is on fully display in his riotously funny criticism – but it also comes through in his poems,…
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One evening in Norfolk in 1982, we discussed everything from his penchant for macaroni cheese to his poetic legacy.
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He offers an uncensored picture of a damaged and unhappy sensibility – but leaves us with the possibility of hope.
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