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They
do say that the Blues is the poetry of the South, so that may be why a balding,
bespectacled poet and Hull librarian who once turned down the offer to be poet
laureate, namely Philip Larkin, wrote this piece in praise of the form. It dates from 1961, a good 2 years before
the Blues burst onto the English music club scene. I discovered the Blues one
evening in 1963 when, on TV, I saw Sonny Boy Williamson on a disused
branch-line station platform singing and playing his ‘harp’. I read both ‘The
Country Blues’ and ‘Blues Fell This Morning’ in those early years.
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