Here is the text of Larkin's Poetry of Departures; it is rather obvious that Tanita couches her ideas in a more cryptic style than Mr. Larkin's rather brawling sensibility would seem to permit. Tanita is also far less concerned with binding her words to the near-domestic setting found in the poem. Nonetheless, the ideas behind both Tanita's song and the poem, particularly in the slightly abstract, detached way that banality is rendered.
Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand,
As epitaph:
He chucked up everything
And just cleared off,
And always the voice will sound
Certain you approve
This audacious, purifying,
Elemental move.
And they are right, I think.
We all hate home
And having to be there:
I detest my room,
It's specially-chosen junk,
The good books, the good bed,
And my life, in perfect order:
So to hear it said
He walked out on the whole crowd
Leaves me flushed and stirred,
Like Then she undid her dress
Or Take that you bastard;
Surely I can, if he did?
And that helps me to stay
Sober and industrious.
But I'd go today,
Yes, swagger the nut-strewn roads,
Crouch in the fo'c'sle
Stubbly with goodness, if
It weren't so artificial,
Such a deliberate step backwards
To create an object:
Books; china; a life
Reprehensibly perfect.
