“Watching
the shied core
Striking the
basket, skidding across the floor,
Shows less
and less of luck, and more and more
“Of failure
spreading back up the arm
Earlier and
earlier, the unraised hand calm,
The apple
unbitten in the palm.”
Larkin exceeds
Beckett’s overused “fail better.” Like original sin, failure is built into
human action. It’s a familiar Larkin theme, one he refutes by composing so
concisely clever a poem out of such unpromising material – throwing refuse at
the waste basket, something we do every day. He finished writing “As Bad as a
Mile” on this date, Feb. 9, in 1960.
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