Philip Larkin, his Poetry and his Bike
Another trial image from a Larkin project. From a photo by Anne James. Mixed media A4 artistsmock.blogspot.com/
Philip Larkin quote typed on typewriter unique gift | Etsy
Philip Larkin quote hand typed on antique typewriter
Amanda Patterson
Quotable - Philip Larkin, born 9 August 1922, died 2 December 1985 10 Philip Larkin Quotes
Philip Larkin: Life, Art and Love by James Booth
THE ONLY recorded instance of Philip Larkin shedding tears was in March 1979. His secretary Betty Mackereth remembers how, “He just stood at the window of his office, looking out, and said: ‘I mowed
Austin Kleon
Philip Larkin, “The Literary World” Filed under: marriage, til art do us part
this isn't happiness.
this isn't happiness
"Beneath it all, desire for oblivion runs" Philip Larkin
In search of the real Philip Larkin
Twenty-five years after Philip Larkin's death, the view of the English poet as a misogynist appears unfair. A new book of letters to his long-time partner Monica Jones reveals a caring if anguished lover, while those who knew him well affectionately describe a gentle – and very witty – man. Rachel Cooke reports
The photography of Philip Larkin - in pictures
Best known as a poet and librarian, Larkin was also a dedicated photographer, whose pictures kept a deadpan, erotic and mischievous record of his life. A new book gives the inside story
I was Philip Larkin's (third) bit on the side: Secretary who helped him juggle his life and girlfriends reveals her role as secret lover
Betty Mackereth was Larkin's indispensable secretary who even carried out his request to burn his diaries after he died.
Philip Larkin Quintet Jazz Album Cover Poster Great Writer | Etsy
A tribute to the great poet/writer/curmudgeon Philip Larkin. Jazz was one of Larkins great loves. If only hed formed a band himself... Size: 16.5 x 11.5 inches, 42 x 29.7 cm Professionally printed on 200gsm/120lb premium archival heavy silk paper Shipped in a sturdy mailing tube The print is sold
Philip Larkin, the Impossible Man
How the most exasperating of poets met his match