Larkin About

Larking about for potential use in the Hull Unitarian Magazine, and from newly re-examined archives, these are new pages on my website:

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/28120070/pluralist/learning/relthink/beardleaflet.html
Charles Beard's views - a progressive theologian and historian.

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/28120070/pluralist/learning/relthink/welcoming.html
Speeches to welcome Rev. Perris to the Hull Unitarian Church in 1883 (same year as Beard's Reformation book).

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/28120070/pluralist/learning/relthink/wicksteedleaflet.html
Philip Henry Wicksteed's views.

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/28120070/pluralist/learning/business/wicksteedeconomics.html
I don't think Wicksteed did very well explaining Marginal Utility in economics.

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/28120070/pluralist/learning/relthink/hullreligious1909.html
The so-called Marcus Faithful seems to use a long tongue when impressed by Whitaker's preaching.

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/28120070/pluralist/learning/relthink/whitakergrace.html
And the above with this shows Whitaker to be quite conservative (others had become more progressive than this - indeed, look at Charles Beard so much earlier).

And

For a bit of fun, these 'poems' were bashed out on Facebook after my friends and I went and ate at Larkins in Newland Avenue, Hull. It uses the poet's name but makes no reference to him at all. So I have been Larkin about, with a little revision to the first and second 'poems':

They fuck you up
Those meals you had
But not these eaten
From this pad.


Light rays darkly downly from the high
Custards of lights over filled up chairs
That face each other, coloured yellow same.
Through open vistas, the pubbing area shares
A larger fun doubting of knaves and folks
With noises given like chatting. See menus read
And devices viewed. Hours chalked,
And all the food ones have come from the dead.


I work part day, and get rat-arsed at night.
Waking at five to World Service bare.
In time the car runs, its beams give light,
And then I see what’s really working, there:
Unending death, a half day plus going,
Since they cut the hours down: but then
And now and here I do myself die
Amid warehousing: yet the dread
Of retail, and serve the dead,
Montages characters stale, to mortify.

This latter nonsense refers to a friend who works early hours but, like so many under this despicable government's economics policy, has had his hours cut.