Harry Beaton

“Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.”
― Philip Larkin

“Love again: wanking at ten past three
(Surely he's taken her home by now?),
The bedroom hot as a bakery,
The drink gone dead, without showing how
To meet tomorrow, and afterwards,
And the usual pain, like dysentery.

Someone else feeling her breasts and cunt,
Someone else drowned in that lash-wide stare,
And me supposed to be ignorant,
Or find it funny, or not to care,
Even ... but why put it into words?
Isolate rather this element

That spreads through other lives like a tree
And sways them on in a sort of sense
And say why it never worked for me.
Something to do with violence
A long way back, and wrong rewards,
And arrogant eternity.”
― Philip Larkin

“SEX is designed for people who like overcoming obstacles.”
― Philip Larkin

“I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.”
― Philip Larkin