The Larkin Industrial Complex: time for confession

Larkin, cigarette unlit, almost gesticulating with it, sitting in a squat, claustrophobic living room, bunny beside him, LPs lining the shelf, is nattering with John Betjeman, & delineates the whereabouts of a Poet’s influences. After remarking that people often criticism him for being miserable (though he believes himself to often be, somewhat humourous & doesn’t […]


though set in Jeju, i think this poem is something slightly other to what i have been posting over the previous months, perhaps you may think otherwise, if so, please comment below with your welcomed observations. O, & Mr Okaji, if you are reading, this poem was marginally inspired by a photograph, i suppose there […]