Tag Archives: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Water, water, every where,
Posted by on Jul 15, 2012
Retirement doesn’t leave me literally ‘as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean’, or indeed day after day, stuck, with neither breath nor motion, although I can relate to the metaphors in The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
A poem from which we had to learn verses when I was at school and which I have never forgotten, well – perhaps – partly remembered. Increasingly drawn to the view that the very deep does rot and that slimy things crawl with slimy legs upon this slimy sea: as my spirit slid this curmudgeon contemplated his hand in ‘the shooting of the albatross’. If you will: my own diffuse dissatisfactions. Read more of this post
Aasof’s Reflections 