“How
many poems containing `fuck’ would you even bother reading twice, let alone
rereading for decades? (The first time I encountered the word in print was in
the book section of a department store in downtown Cleveland. A poetry
anthology they had on sale included a poem by Allen Ginsberg. I was shaken,
truly. I didn’t know you could say that – and in public.)”
And
she replied:
“To
even think, anymore, of encountering a book in a department store, let alone a
book of poems, let alone that word in a poem in a book in a department store.
To a twenty-year-old, this would be an entirely implausible tale!”
Such
a shame, on all counts. In those early post-Lady
Chatterley’s Lover, post-Tropic of Cancer days, when Lenny Bruce was being rousted by the cops,
though a thirteen-year-old could buy Ulysses
without blushing, “fuck” as verb, noun and interjection (preposition,
anyone?) still packed a wallop. Due in part to people like me, who reveled in
its gratuitous use, the word long ago suffered the fate of “awesome” in our day
– enervation through overuse. As words with referents, they’re dead. Both are
empty verbal gestures, and their use usually signals poverty of imagination.
In
no other poem published during his life did Larkin use the word, though it
appears with the regularity of punctuation in his letters, especially among such
longtime male friends as Kingsley Amis and Robert Conquest (“A brawny young man
who has just married and fucked his wife without a french letter so that she is
now going to have a baby”). I find Larkin discreet in his use of “bad language,”
as he called it with ambiguous irony, always respectful of public and private
uses. In this, he’ll never be confused with Ginsberg, an attention-hungry deviant.
Larkin
said of Stevie Smith’s poems that he respected their “authority of sadness.”
Like Beckett (and Smith), Larkin is witty even when the subject in question is
death, despair or everyday human misery. “They fuck you up, your mum and dad”
grabs our attention with the obscenity but also with its plainness and economy
of means. “They gravely damage your self-esteem, your mum and dad” doesn’t
possess quite the same piquancy, and not only because of the metrical
irregularity. Larkin was contrary by nature, a quality some of us find
endearing in an age of groupthink. It was Joseph Epstein who noted that readers
scandalized by the poet’s political-correctness deficit were “people who, along
with being impressed with their own virtue, cannot stand too much complication
in human nature (“Mr. Larkin Gets a Life,” Life
Sentences: Literary Essays, 1997).”
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