An incel poem by respected British poet Phillip Larkin

[Flaccid_Dave]

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.

 

[78980n]

Someone else feeling her breasts and cunt

It is indeed over.

 

[Flaccid_Dave]

It is indeed over.

"And me supposed to be ignorant,
Or find it funny, or not to care..."

He was shitting on MGTOW 50 years before it began.

 

[78980n]

"And me supposed to be ignorant,
Or find it funny, or not to care..."

He was shitting on MGTOW 50 years before it began.

Yeah I liked that part too, good poem.

 

[Deleted member 22466]

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
Till then I see what's really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.

 

[CrackyChanFan]

Larkin was fascinating. Deeply English man. Unapologetically reactionary worldview. I like his poem Annus Mirrabilis (Year of marvels).
'Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three
(which was rather late for me) -
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatles' first LP.

Up to then there'd only been
A sort of bargaining,
A wrangle for the ring,
A shame that started at sixteen
And spread to everything.

Then all at once the quarrel sank:
Everyone felt the same,
And every life became
A brilliant breaking of the bank,
A quite unlosable game.

So life was never better than
In nineteen sixty-three
(Though just too late for me) -
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatles' first LP.'

He missed out on the sexual revolution that swept Britain after the pill was introduced. He didn't like the rising power of the working class in post war Britain; he was wrong about Thatcher. Thatcher made the situation worse.