Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.
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Friday, 15 July 2011

in memoriam Philip Larkin

Now that tobacco smoking
is illegal in most places
(soon even in cars)
I have taken up cigars.
Now that homosexuality
is legal, it has lost its attraction.
Now that sexual abstinence
is considered freakish
I am enjoying it greatly.
Suicide is the last taboo:
I shall enjoy it, too.

Once is enough for anything.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Poem In Memorium to Philip Larkin

They would fuck you if they could
But – in the end – you were too good ,
Your faults were all your own, no doubt –
The only way to keep you out.

Now you’re off to Poet’s corner
To join with Chaucer in a sauna
Then there’s Tennyson & all of those
Plucking harps while still wearing clothes

But you were always impolite
(which is why your poems really bite)
So give them hell if you get there
Because, ultimately, its all hot air

But I don’t think you’ll be alone –
Poetry is a sane man’s no-go zone.


Rae Desmond Jones

raejones485@hotmail.com said...

Poem In Memorium to Philip Larkin

They would fuck you if they could
But – in the end – you were too good ,
Your faults were all your own, no doubt –
The only way to keep you out.

Now you’re off to Poet’s corner
To join with Chaucer in a sauna
Then there’s Tennyson & all of those
Plucking harps while still wearing clothes

But you were always impolite
(which is why your poems really bite)
So give them hell if you get there
Because, ultimately, its all hot air

But I don’t think you’ll be alone –
Poetry is a sane man’s no-go zone.

Rae Desmond Jones