Philip Larkin (August 09, 1922 – December 02, 1985)
Jazz is a parallel case in poetry; one’s enthusiasm starts in one’s adolescence and never seems to flag. In many ways I prefer it to poetry. I listen to it while dressing in the morning, turning to it in a way I should turn to poetry if I were living my life according to Vernon Watkins’s standards. What did Baudelaire say, man can live a week without bread but not a day without poetry. You might say I can live a week without poetry but not a day without jazz.