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Philip Larkin
Age: 63 †
Born: 1922
Born: August 9
Died: 1985
Died: December 2
Critic
Journalist
Librarian
Music Critic
Music Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Coventry
England
UK
Philip Arthur Larkin
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Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.
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The only way to eliminate unemployment is to eliminate unemployment benefits.
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The poetic impulse is distinct from ideas about things or feelings about things, though it may use these. It's more like a desire to separate a piece of one's experience & set it up on its own, an isolated object never to trouble you again, at least not for a bit. In the absence of this impulse nothing stirs.
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To write you must be warm, fed, loved and sober.
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The breath that sharpens life is life itself.
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I think that at the bottom of all art lies the impulse to preserve.
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Life is first boredom, then fear. Whether or not we use it, it goes, And leaves what something hidden from us chose, And age, and then the only end of age.
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One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the dame day as we do ourselves.
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I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.
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You can look out of your life like a train & see what you're heading for, but you can't stop the train.
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Many modern novels have a beginning, a muddle and an end.
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The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.
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Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the comfort of the last to go / As if to win them back
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What are days for? Days are where we live.
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But, o, photography! as no art is,Faithful and disappointing! That recordsDull days as dull, and hold-it smiles as frauds,And will not censor blemishes,Like washing-lines, and Hall's-Distemper boards
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Many famous feet have trod Sublunary paths, and famous hands have weighed The strength they have against the strength they need And famous lips interrogated God Concerning franchise in eternity.
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I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.
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Living in England has no such excuse: These are my customs and establishments.
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The difficult part of love Is being selfish enough.
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Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm And like a sea-anemone Or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am.
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