What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Who is Philip Larkin?
He’s Hull’s little, big treasure. Born in Coventry in 1922 Larkin studied English language and literature at Oxford University. He worked as a librarian in Wellington, Shropshire and Belfast before moving to Hull in 1955 where he lived until his death thirty years later. In Hull he worked at the Brynmore Jones Library; a place where I spent too many hours on Sunday evenings trying to finish my dissertation.
He is one of England’s most popular poets and is also known as the poet laureate of disappointment. I cannot deny that this makes me smile. Hull, poetry, disappointment, grimness... and now we also have a lugubrious poet laureate of disappointment! Larkin was offered the post of poet laureate in 1984 but he actually declined as he wasn’t one to be the centre of attention and besides he didn’t feel like he had written any meaningful poetry in a long time. A year later he died of cancer.
Larkin Toad at Museums Quarter |
When I came to Hull in 2010 the city was busy commemorating Larkin’s life and opus in an event called the Larkin 25. Centrepiece of this festival were forty toad sculptures scattered all across the city. Why toads? Because Larkin wrote a poem called Toads (1954). The sculptures were later put up for auction and raised £60,000 for charity. I remember there being toads everywhere, when I got here and one of my quests was to find every single one of them. Sadly, I did not succeed because at the time I didn’t know that the toads were only on display temporarily. Quite a few toads are still around though so keep your eyes peeled. The Larkin 25 ended with the unveiling of his statue at the station on 2nd December 2010, exactly 25 years after he died. I have yet to find his grave in Cottingham and I haven’t taken a photo of his house at Pearson Park either... so... see ye later!