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And the hunter home from the hill. One the one hand, Larkin offers a spiteful response to Stevenson's contented stoicism. On the other, he fits his poem safely within the literary tradition, continuing not only his source's use of the quatrain and lyrical tetrameter, but the positioning of individual suffering within a universal and cyclical context. Larkin moves very neatly from stanza to stanza, first acknowledging the damage inflicted on the present era's youth by their parents; then arguing that those parents, as children, were similarly ‘fucked up’; and, finally, panning outward to show – in the concentrated image of a ‘coastal shelf’ – suffering as part of a continuously inherited dynamic. John Carey describes the change in Larkin's language as that from ‘the vulgar to the bardic – and to the educated’. Only here does Larkin disturb, with the spondaic foot ‘Man hands’, the poem's brisk iambic metre. Here, too, is the poem's only metaphor, a transition from colloquial to aphoristic language, and a diversion from second-person informalities in favour of third-person universals.

This, for many readers, is the heart of the poem, and a place where Larkin's contemporary-sounding f-word is drained of its contemporary significance, reducing the final two lines – in which the introductory tone and rhythm are resumed – to insincere banter. The youth addressed in the poem, then, are not so much being written to as written about: ‘producers within the literary field’, Bourdieu explains, ‘produce first and foremost for other producers’ – an audience distinction Larkin acknowledges in ‘The Pleasure Principle’, where he separates a genuine readership from ‘the dutiful mob that signs on every September’. While offering one audience a defiant jab at traditional values, ‘This Be the Verse’ delivers for another a victorious disarming of youthful rebellion. High Windows, Larkin's last hurrah, emerged simultaneously with Britain's punk movement, the visual iconography for which was well under way as Larkin composed the poems in his Hull flat, moving at last to a house John Kenyon describes as ‘an exclusive, rather “posh”, entirely middle-class backwater’ with ‘no loblolly men scavenging its litter baskets’. Swear words were becoming important for more than Larkin, who in ‘Annus Mirabilis’ regrets being too old for Beatle-induced sexual freedom, and who turned his attention instead to the jazz records he reviewed between 1961 and 1971. No doubt Hull's Hermit would have felt even more estranged from the proto-punk theatrics of artists like Iggy Pop and David Bowie. When punk materialised as a genuine aesthetic movement in 1975, decades before the internet would provide an uncensored platform for insurgent youth, swearing was a key marker of anti-establishment politics.

‘Get pissed’, Johnny Rotten ordered listeners in ‘Anarchy in the U.K.’ – a curious companion to Larkin's ‘Get stewed’ in ‘A Study of Reading Habits’ – as the Clash offered a disillusioned ‘fuck ‘em’ in ‘Jail Guitar Doors’. In a famously ugly television interview in 1976, the Sex Pistols, baited by drunken host Bill Grundy, set the nation on edge with a string of obscenities, prompting headlines like the Daily Mirror's ‘The Filth and the Fury’ and leading to a string of cancelled concerts on the group's upcoming tour. One outraged member of the Greater London Council, Bernard Brooke Partridge, commented that ‘these groups would be vastly improved by sudden death’, naming the Sex Pistols in particular as the ‘antithesis of humankind’. Amidst this anxious political scene – a culmination of the economic recession that followed the 1960s promise of a better life – Larkin penned his quatrain for the Queen's 1978 Jubilee. She did not change.

Noting the poem's coincidence with the Sex Pistol's acerbic ‘God Save the Queen’, Stephen Regan recognises a mutual ‘sense of lost value and a perception of national decline’. Larkin, who had ridden a few choice words to the pinnacle of poetic recognition, had seen the language surface publicly as an expression of nihilistic anger and social irreverence. In the Grundy/Sex Pistols episode, swear words occur as isolated signifiers of disrespect, largely removed from their literal meanings: ‘Shit’, Rotten enunciates plainly for his inquisitive host, looking something of the scolded pupil after Grundy insists that he repeat what he had previously muttered. ‘Keep going’, Grundy says shortly thereafter, ‘say something outrageous’ – an invitation guitarist Steve Jones promptly takes him up on, calling his host a ‘dirty bastard’, ‘dirty fucker’, and a ‘fucking rotter’ (Grundy had suggestively told a groupie standing behind the band that they would ‘meet afterward’) as the segment comes to an end. It is fair to say that angry youth won this public battle with suit-and-tie authority; Grundy may have thought he was exposing the band's ‘outrageousness’ as a childish pretence, but it was his career that dried up as the Sex Pistols accrued valuable notoriety.

It was Philip Larkin, however, not a punk band, who firmly restored the f-word to its literal use, referring candidly to the act of sex in ‘High Windows’. Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives – Here Larkin willingly assumes the position of the ‘dirty old man’, voyeuristically speculating on a young couple's sex life.

Not unlike the touristy Prestatyn poster, or the schoolgirls in Larkin's now-published erotica ( Trouble at Willow Gables and Other Fictions), the young couple become the vandalised objects of the speaker's imagination. As Steve Clark puts it, the poem offers a rather ‘churlish and ungenerous presentation of “everyone young”’ on its way to ‘ecstatic nullity’. Unlike the chummy ‘fucks’ of ‘This Be the Verse’, Larkin's swearing in ‘High Windows’, couched in an uncharacteristically non-metrical, plain-sounding language, feels personal and aggressive.

The word ‘fuck’, in this case, serves as a symbolic displacement of what the young male presumably does to his companion. This illicit fantasy is an extension of Larkin's literature-induced imaginings as described in ‘A Study of Reading Habits’ – ‘The women I clubbed with sex! I broke them up like meringues’ – as well as the sexual exclusion felt in ‘Annus Mirabilis’: ‘Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three (Which was rather late for me)’. Not unlike Grundy and the coy groupie (future pop star Siouxsie Sioux, in fact) whose loyalties he attempts to divert from the young male band when he asks ‘Are you worried or are you just enjoying yourself?’, Larkin finds himself desiring women who are too young, but also at complete odds with his own values; in a four-line poem called ‘Administration’, he gripes that the ‘girls you have to tell to pull their socks up Are those whose pants you'd most like to pull down’. The position of disciplinarian or parental authority produces both resentment and desire, and a sense of ‘horning in’ – ‘they're as drunk as I am’, Grundy announces in his introductory remarks – clings to the more sanctioned air of reproach.

Rejection by the younger generation potentially abandons the older male to the humiliating role of ‘wanker’ – a role Larkin concedes in ‘Love Again’, after determining that ‘Someone else’ must be ‘feeling her breasts and cunt’. If white males are, as research indicates, less restricted by ‘rules of linguistic behavior’, then profanity can serve as a means to reclaiming or demonstrating one's social dominance. Even within the context of lascivious jealousy, however, Larkin manages to reduce the fruits of sexual liberation – sexual pleasure with less fear of disease and unwanted pregnancy – to a perfunctory routine, the couple's age-exclusive freedoms to a seductive illusion. Larkin's f-word accompanies his sense of loss; as Richard Bradford states, ‘the inherent tensions between public morality and private inclination, lecherous predilection and conformity, libidinous excess and monogamy had been what made sex interesting.

Now, apparently, little is forbidden and all can be said.’ The word ‘fucking’ fulfils the anti-Romantic task of making things ugly, and Larkin's description sounds more like an exodus than an introduction to ‘paradise’ – a place dangled abstractly between stanzas before giving way to the concrete metaphors and circumspect, dreamy idealism of lines 6–9. To happiness, endlessly. If Larkin began by appropriating the linguistic capital of the young people he observes – by seizing the unsophisticated but potentially powerful language that signifies the young generation's otherness – he swiftly retreats into something more recognisably poetic, establishing an immense divide between the young and ‘Everyone old’. As Burt describes it, the speaker moves ‘into, and then out from under, the younger generation's language’. The word ‘fuck’ is quickly subsumed by a recognisably literary language belonging exclusively to those of Larkin's habitus, a term defined by Randal Johnson as a ‘feel for the game’, or ‘set of dispositions’ resulting from ‘a long process of inculcation’, and that ‘generates practices and perceptions’. Larkin's habitus results, among other things, from his middle-class Coventry upbringing, Oxford education, and the sophisticated use of language his craft demands – things placing the ‘unofficial Laureate’ starkly at odds with certain demographics.

At first, Larkin enviously suggests that the young are experiencing in reality what the previous generation experiences as fantasy, using the image of ‘an outdated combine harvester’ to represent the ‘bonds and gestures’ that the young have disposed with. One can see couched in the jealousy, however, Larkin's nostalgia for what has been lost; ‘bonds’ can refer to meaningful and lasting (if potentially oppressive) human connections, and ‘gestures’ brings with it connotations of old-world honour and dignity. There is sadness, and not just celebration, in the image of the junked harvester – an emblem of British ingenuity that is now being pushed to the periphery by an encroaching set of values. Furthermore, the image of a long slide is one of descent rather than ascent; the spiritual haven once promised as a reward for good behaviour is replaced by an amoral, if pleasure-filled, fall from grace. The poem then settles into the tracks laid by ‘This Be the Verse’, moving backwards in a comparison of generations, and thereby placing the initial language and imagery within a broader context. Like free bloody birds. Larkin's use of italics for a previous generation's voice calls attention to his initial comments, too, as the language of a particular time, place, and generation.

The mirrored content, however, in which freedom from religious guilt replaces freedom from sexual guilt, and ‘ bloody’ replaces ‘fucking’, showcases the differing languages as evolving expressions of the same time-resistant emotional conflicts. Swearing in the context of present-day England, then, is subsumed by naturally recurring, Oedipal patterns of generation conflict. While a sense of loss – namely that of Englishness as represented by the colloquial phrases ‘and that’ and ‘his lot’, as well as the distinctly British ‘ bloody’ – becomes observable in the contrast between past and present, the slide image remains fixed as a representation of the unchanging human condition. Larkin then moves for a second time from speech-oriented discourse to a more formal and traditionally poetic language. Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless. This pensive, somewhat cryptic conclusion is one of several places in which Larkin reaches for something beyond language. ‘But why put it into words?’, he asks in ‘Love Again’, locating his sexual failures finally in a vague prehistory of ‘violence’ and ‘wrong rewards’, belonging less to the present age than to ‘arrogant eternity’.

In ‘Here’, the speaker takes us beyond a seaside town to ‘unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach’, and ‘The Whitsun Weddings’ train ride ends not with a visible destination but the transformative image of ‘an arrow-shower Sent out of sight, somewhere becoming rain’. There is in such moments a safe sense of retreat – a movement away from specific and social realities and from position-revealing language itself – as well as a disconcerting awareness of the unknown.

In the case of ‘Here’, there is a hollowing out, a rhetorical purging of the listed particulars that clutter the first three stanzas. In ‘The Whitsun Weddings’, the imagined change happens beyond the speaker, who must presumably re-enter the social world he has delineated so neatly from his train window. Similarly, the ending of ‘High Windows’ eradicates what has come before, while also lamenting what remains unattainable. The language offers a cryptic blend of concrete and abstract imagery, but one can observe in its upward and outward movement a clear contrast to the ‘long slide’ of the previous stanzas. The suggestion of church windows, along with the adjective ‘high’, salvage from the poem's voyeuristic beginning some sense of the sacred and lofty. Noting Roger Day's connection of ‘High Windows’ to Psalm 138, Steinberg argues that such moments are ‘tinged with a kind of religious appreciation’.

As in ‘Church Going’, where Larkin restores value to the church even in the acknowledged absence of belief, the poem reasserts value in what he fears is being displaced; the aesthetic beauty of a clear blue sky remains despite, and beyond, the contentious world where, as James Baldwin puts it, ‘to open your mouth’ is to ‘put your business in the street’. For all his documented fear of death, fear of youth affords Larkin an equally productive muse. Larkin's swearing, I believe, is a response to that fear, as well as part of a larger discourse in which post-war political conflict is dramatised as a battle of generations. Rock music asked the younger generations to see themselves in opposition to the older, who in turn fretted over a highly commercialised wave of ‘inferior’ culture. But while youthful anger had available, and sometimes quite effective, means of expression, the responding adult anger towards rebellious youth was inhibited by a long-cultivated tradition of restraint. The resulting tension nonetheless became visible during isolated moments – moments in which the public was treated to a showdown between irreverent youth and a challenged authority, such as Grundy's televised interaction with the Sex Pistols.

Part of the punks' social performance was to publicly antagonise, to dramatise, as Dick Hebdige explains, ‘what had come to be called “Britain's decline” by constructing a language which was, in contrast to the prevailing rhetoric of the Rock Establishment, unmistakably relevant and down to earth’. Repeatedly television hosts obliged them. When Johnny Rotten (hereafter John Lydon) joined a panel of celebrity judges on television's Juke Box Jury, his determination to disrespect every sampled piece of music lured fellow judge and radio personality Alan Freeman into the role of disrespected senior. Battling Lydon for speaking time, Freeman draws approving laughter from the crowd when he at last tells his adversary to ‘shut up’. A few seconds later, however, the crowd applauds vigorously as the former Sex Pistol, ignoring Freeman's imperative, raises his ‘miss’ verdict on the song in question. Even respected talk show host Tom Snyder struggles mightily to keep his composure while interviewing an unruly Lydon in 1980.

A 1983 film known both as Order of Death and Copkiller cleverly exploits this dynamic, casting Lydon as an eccentric young suspect who is imprisoned and tortured by a police officer (played by Harvey Keitel) he has been stalking. The Lydon character remains a thorn in Keitel's side throughout the film, tormenting him psychologically even as he masochistically endures the resulting physical abuse. The authority figure and his antagonistic punk, enclosed together in a secret space, speaks to the fear present in Larkin's poetry – a fear that the punk represents something in himself that he has dutifully, if guiltily, kept hidden all these years, and a fear that his values are being sacrificed to an age of chaos and rebellion. ‘Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you – it's not nice’, Keitel's cop advises his private prisoner, before simply playing out the cultural fantasy of beating him up. Beyond this space, however (Keitel uses unlawful funds to maintain a ‘secret’ apartment overlooking Central Park), he must don his public mask and perpetuate the discourse of law enforcement. Larkin, too, must wrestle with a conscious sense of posturing and imitation, understanding even his own poetic development (in his introduction to The North Ship) as a progression from a Yeastian voice to one influenced by Hardy.

Even the swearing in Larkin's letters comes across as highly performative, both in its exclusiveness to certain audiences and in its hyperbolic presentation. Larkin's swear words are typically isolated, often appearing in bunches as aggressive outbursts, as when he complains to Amis, ‘I don't fuckin’ drink, I don't fuckin' smoke I don't fuckin' fuck women – I might as well be fuckin' dead', or reflects, writing to J. Sutton, on H. Wells's death: ‘He couldn't bastard write, he couldn't bastard think, what he could bastard do was write bastard good scientific bastard romances, the bastard’.

At other times Larkin emphasises his swearing by using all caps, as when, in this instance, his typewriter is acting up: ‘When I have finished this page FUCK FUCK FUCK I will copy it down BUGGER’. As with his poetry, swearing appears as a momentary transgression, used both as an expression of frustration and a strategy for entertaining his reader. Strangely, Larkin may have recognised what punks were expressing publicly in the 1970s as the discourse he and his Oxford cohorts had been exchanging privately since the 1940s. In a 1942 letter to J. Sutton, Larkin sounds very much the belligerent youth as he details his morning: ‘Having washed up, made my bed &c. And played a few records and bashed out several choruses of blues like Joad playing his fucking Bach every morning on the pianola.’ Given his tendency to xenophobia, and punk's effort to ‘construct an alternative identity which communicated perceived difference: an Otherness’, the recognition would not have been a comfortable one.

Like a wave of socialism at mid-century Oxford, the politics of anarchy may have been viewed, from Larkin's perspective, as a fashionable pretence that would, when convenient, be shed. The Sex Pistols share with Larkin a paranoia of phoniness, and a determined effort to achieve authenticity that the ‘stage’ simply does not allow. The resulting void may be filled with aggressive noise, sublime images of nothingness, or obscene language. Swear words in particular offer a coercive medium: inherently combative, and always socially charged, swearing can be aimed up at authority, or down at one's perceived inferiors.

Punks have historically ‘sworn up’ at those representing the status quo, or at those who abuse positions of power. Though Larkin may ‘swear up’ at other poets, publishers, and certain political figures, he ‘swears down’ – as head librarian, political conservative, and truth-seeking curmudgeon – at uncultured youth and progressive politics.

From either direction, bad words put people in their respective places. Describing the punks' visual performance as ‘degenerates’, Hebdige attributes ‘the success of the punk subculture as spectacle’ to the movement's construction of ‘a language which was generally available – a language which was current’. Larkin, too, seems to have successfully used ‘degenerate’ language in a way that ‘represented the atrophied condition of Great Britain’ and ‘symptomatized a whole cluster of contemporary problems’.

But Larkin had positioned himself too firmly, in his poetry and elsewhere, as hostile to change and as a representative of the state to swear up effectively; rather, he absorbs the crude utterance into what Bourdieu calls the ‘official’ language – a language ‘produced by authors who have the authority to write, fixed and codified by grammarians and teachers who are also charged with the task of inculcating its mastery’, and that is ultimately ‘bound up with the state’. Although expressions of both oppression and resistance become manifest in Larkin's poems, his tendency to transform embattled, working-class language into universal axioms makes him an obvious target for disenfranchised voices.

While scholars have successfully combated those who would reduce Larkin to the ‘sewer under the national monument’, it would be remiss to extricate his poetic achievement from the social problems embedded within it, or to grant him, as Marjorie Perloff cautions us, too much authority as England's representative. In Robert Frost's ruminating syntax, something there is that doesn't like a Larkin, something that doesn't easily find its way into academic discourse – that may, in fact, resent finding itself represented there – but that might be more deeply engaged before it is scrubbed from the lift wall.

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