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Murrow's favourite poem

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Originally posted by Nordlys
I think the fish died of starvation before it could finish the poem. 🙁
if xe was a fish, you think the poem would be FINnished 🙄


How did it hold the pen??

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Originally posted by huckleberryhound
How did it hold the pen??
Perhaps it was deformed:

http://www.globalcrafts.org/catalog/images/P7020009.JPG

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Originally posted by Bowmann
Perhaps it was deformed:

http://www.globalcrafts.org/catalog/images/P7020009.JPG
how in gods name did you have a link to a picture like that.



slightly disturbing dude


😉

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My favourite poem.

This Be The Verse, by Philip Larkin

They fu*k you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fu*ked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

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Ape Experiment Room

Buried among white rooms
Whose lights in clusters beam
Like suddenly-caused pain,
And where behind rows of mesh
Uneasy shifting resumes
As sterilisers steam
And the routine begins again
Of putting questions to flesh

That no one would think to ask
But a Ph.D. with a beard
And nympho wife who -

But

There, I was saying, are found
The bushy, T-shaped mask,
And below, the smaller, eared
Head like a grave nut,
And the arms folded round.

Philip Larkin, 1965

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Take One Home for the Kiddies, by Philip Larkin

On shallow straw, in shadeless glass,
Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep:
No dark, no dam, no earth, no grass -
Mam, get us one of them to keep.

Living toys are something novel,
But it soon wears off somehow.
Fetch the shoebox, fetch the shovel -
Mam, we're playing funerals now.

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Originally posted by demonseed
Take One Home for the Kiddies, by Philip Larkin

On shallow straw, in shadeless glass,
Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep:
No dark, no dam, no earth, no grass -
Mam, get us one of them to keep.

Living toys are something novel,
But it soon wears off somehow.
Fetch the shoebox, fetch the shovel -
Mam, we're playing funerals now.
You left out the italics.

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Originally posted by Bowmann
You left out the italics.
How bold of me. 😞

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Originally posted by demonseed
How [b]bold of me. 😞[/b]
Cor, what a tosspot 😞

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Originally posted by Nordlys
I think the fish died of starvation before it could finish the poem. 🙁
i'm not convinced it was the fish who wrote the poem

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Originally posted by murrow
i'm not convinced it was the fish who wrote the poem
Well, the fish probably wrote it in fishish, and somebody translated it.

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Originally posted by Nordlys
Well, the fish probably wrote it in fishish, and somebody translated it.
'when i WAS a goldfish' ... it is clearly written by someone who speaks english but used to be a goldfish.

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More Philip Larkin will follow shortly.

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Originally posted by murrow
'when i WAS a goldfish' ... it is clearly written by someone who speaks english but used to be a goldfish.
It's not a goldfish anymore, but it may still be a fish. I find it more likely (although still highly unlikely) that a goldfish turns into some other fish than that a goldfish turns into a human or a whale.