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But maybe you were expecting a poem...

Here it is:

 

COME TO SUNNY PRESTATYN

by Philip Larkin


Laughed the girl on the poster,
Kneeling up on the sand*
In tautened white satin.
Behind her, a hunk of coast, a
Hotel with palms
Seemed to expand from her thighs and
Raised breast-lifting arms.


She was slapped up one day in March.
A couple of weeks, and her face
Was snaggle-toothed and boss-eyed;
Huge tits and a fissured crotch
Were scored well in, and the space
Between her legs held scrawls
That set her fairly astride
A tuberous cock and balls


Autographed Titch Thomas, while
Someone had used a knife
Or something to stab right through
The moustached lips of her smile.
She was too good for this life.
Very soon, a great transverse tear
Left only a hand and some blue.
Now FIGHT CANCER is there.


Solarised Image

* I searched the web - first for the actual poster,
and then for one approximating to it.
Alas! no girl kneeling on a beach in white satin swimsuit
with arms outstretched.

So I adapted a Bognor Regis poster.

 

Prestatyn is at the Northern end of Offa's Dyke.

 

The poem reminds me of Shelley's marvellous OZYMANDIAS.

 

 

Here are more comments - and more posters
+ graffiti and defacings.


 

 

 

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PHILIP LARKIN ALSO WROTE:

"I do think foreign countries look vulgar and ruined."

(Letter to Monica 26 xi 1959)

 

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