Philip Arthur Larkin foi um poeta inglês. Seu primeiro livro de poesia, The North Ship, foi publicado em 1945.
Após se graduar em língua inglesa e literatura na Universidade de Oxford, em 1943, Larkin virou bibliotecário e passou 30 anos de sua vida cuidando da biblioteca na Universidade de Hull.
Philip fazia parte do grupo de poetas ingleses The Movement, juntamente com Elizabeth Jennings, Kingsley Amis e Thom Gunn.
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“Nossas vidas não são tão bons quanto um jogo.”
Our lives are not as good as a play.
citado em Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica - página 132 http://books.google.com.br/books?id=aNO7-d_6k0kC&pg=RA1-PT132, Anthony Thwaite, Philip Larkin - Faber & Faber, 2012, ISBN 0571264611, 9780571264612
Letter from Belfast ( 5 August 1953) http://fridaynightboys300.blogspot.com/2010/10/many-letters-of-philip-larkin.html to Monica Jones
Contexto: You know I don’t care at all for politics, intelligently. I found that at school when we argued all we did was repeat the stuff we had, respectively, learnt from the Worker, the Herald, Peace News, the Right Book Club (that was me, incidentally: I knew these dictators, Marching Spain, I can remember them now) and as they all contradicted each other all we did was get annoyed. I came to the conclusion that an enormous amount of research was needed to form an opinion on anything, & therefore I abandoned politics altogether as a topic of conversation. It’s true that the writers I grew up to admire were either non-political or Left-wing, & that I couldn’t find any Right-wing writer worthy of respect, but of course most of the ones I admired were awful fools or somewhat fakey, so I don’t know if my prejudice for the Left takes its origin there or not. But if you annoy me by speaking your mind in the other interest, it’s not because I feel sacred things are being mocked but because I can’t reply, not (as usual) knowing enough. … By the way, of course I’m terribly conventional, by necessity! Anyone afraid to say boo to a goose is conventional.
“You know I don’t care at all for politics, intelligently.”
Letter from Belfast ( 5 August 1953) http://fridaynightboys300.blogspot.com/2010/10/many-letters-of-philip-larkin.html to Monica Jones
Contexto: You know I don’t care at all for politics, intelligently. I found that at school when we argued all we did was repeat the stuff we had, respectively, learnt from the Worker, the Herald, Peace News, the Right Book Club (that was me, incidentally: I knew these dictators, Marching Spain, I can remember them now) and as they all contradicted each other all we did was get annoyed. I came to the conclusion that an enormous amount of research was needed to form an opinion on anything, & therefore I abandoned politics altogether as a topic of conversation. It’s true that the writers I grew up to admire were either non-political or Left-wing, & that I couldn’t find any Right-wing writer worthy of respect, but of course most of the ones I admired were awful fools or somewhat fakey, so I don’t know if my prejudice for the Left takes its origin there or not. But if you annoy me by speaking your mind in the other interest, it’s not because I feel sacred things are being mocked but because I can’t reply, not (as usual) knowing enough. … By the way, of course I’m terribly conventional, by necessity! Anyone afraid to say boo to a goose is conventional.
“Poetry is an affair of sanity, of seeing things as they are”
Required Writing-Miscellaneous Pieces 1955-1982 Farrar Strauss 1984
Contexto: Poetry is an affair of sanity, of seeing things as they are, to recreate the familiar, eternalizing the poet's own perception in unique and original verbal form.
"The Mower," Humberside (Hull Literary Club magazine) (Autumn 1979) [12 June 1979]
Letter to Monica Jones (1 November 1951) as quoted in "Philip Larkin's women" (23 October 2010) http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/oct/23/martin-amis-philip-larkin-letters-monica
Contexto: I think … someone might do a little research on some of the inherent qualities of sex – its cruelty, its bullyingness, for instance. It seems to me that bending someone else to your will is the very stuff of sex, by force or neglect if you are male, by spitefulness or nagging or scenes if you are female. And what's more, both sides would sooner have it that way than not at all. I wouldn't. And I suspect that means not that I can enjoy sex in my own quiet way but that I can't enjoy it at all. It's like rugby football: either you like kicking & being kicked, or your soul cringes away from the whole affair. There's no way of quietly enjoying rugby football.
“What will survive of us is love.
- from”
"An Arundel Tomb" (20 February 1956)
Variante: Our almost-instinct almost true:
What will survive of us is love.
Fonte: The Whitsun Weddings (1964)
Fonte: Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Fonte: Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
“On me your voice falls as they say love should,
Like an enormous yes.”
Fonte: The Whitsun Weddings
“Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.”
Interview with Miriam Gross, "A voice for our time" in The Observer (16 December 1979); republished in Required Writing: Miscellaneous Pieces, 1955-1982 (1983)
Fonte: Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
“Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.”
Fonte: Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Fonte: Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
