July 5, 2016
Tags: Broadchurch, Golden Cap, John Betjeman, Lime Tree Bower My Prison, Lyme Regis, National Trust, Nether Stowey, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The French Lieutenant's Woman, West Bay
(This the tenth in a series that begins with A Night in Steerage.) The day after my birthday, Sue and Wendy had appointments in Wells but I opted to stay home. I was intent on finding a footpath, if I was lucky, to Street. Or barring that, just a footpath to walk. They are everywhere Read the Rest…
June 20, 2013
Tags: Kubla Khan, Person from Porlock, Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison
In which I find in Samuel Taylor Coleridge a kindred soul. It might be his struggle with depression. It might be his experience—so common to women—of feeling that nothing he does is respected as much as something a(nother) man does, in this case Wordsworth. The two of them conceived of a book they called Lyrical Read the Rest…
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