Leo muy poca poesía. Adrian Henri, Roger McGough, Brian Patten (los Liverpool poets). Richard Brautigan y Billy Childish. Y también Philip Larkin.
Les copio este poema de Larkin solo porque está lleno de afirmación de la vida y asombro hacia las cosas guays, y lo necesitamos en este momento de desánimo general, amigos zurrados, ofensiva derechista y polarización generalizada.
Annus Mirabilis
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.
Bendito Atraso 