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Reposted from FB, this Ben Hatke robot comic (courtesy of the beautiful ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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It brought to mind Samuel Taylor Coelridge's Lime Tree Bower My Prison
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173248
written upon his disappointment when he was not able to join his friend Charles Lamb on a long-anticipated walk. Charles Lamb had a life much marred by tragedy, not the least of which was the murder of his mother by his sister Mary. Rather than having her institutionalized, he took on her care for the rest of their lives. (They wrote together, among other things, Tales from Shakespeare, through which many --- including myself --- are introduced to the works of the Bard.)
Coelridge affirms in this poem that beauty doesn't just come from the pleasant friendships and vistas, but that "No sound is dissonant which tells of Life."
This poem, along with Work Without Hope (and of course, the BPs favorite Rime of the Ancient Mariner) has always had special meaning for me. It was given to me by a friend when I was going through my own difficult time... when life had given me way more citrus than I thought I could handle. Not only did it affirm our friendship, but it was a reminder that where there is life, there is not just hope, but beauty.
It also reminded me of one of my favorite aphorisms: "When life gives you lemons, stuff 'em in your bra. Can't hurt, might help." ;)
sdn)http://zitaspacegirl.com/wp-content/uploads/robot17.jpg
It brought to mind Samuel Taylor Coelridge's Lime Tree Bower My Prison
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173248
written upon his disappointment when he was not able to join his friend Charles Lamb on a long-anticipated walk. Charles Lamb had a life much marred by tragedy, not the least of which was the murder of his mother by his sister Mary. Rather than having her institutionalized, he took on her care for the rest of their lives. (They wrote together, among other things, Tales from Shakespeare, through which many --- including myself --- are introduced to the works of the Bard.)
Coelridge affirms in this poem that beauty doesn't just come from the pleasant friendships and vistas, but that "No sound is dissonant which tells of Life."
This poem, along with Work Without Hope (and of course, the BPs favorite Rime of the Ancient Mariner) has always had special meaning for me. It was given to me by a friend when I was going through my own difficult time... when life had given me way more citrus than I thought I could handle. Not only did it affirm our friendship, but it was a reminder that where there is life, there is not just hope, but beauty.
It also reminded me of one of my favorite aphorisms: "When life gives you lemons, stuff 'em in your bra. Can't hurt, might help." ;)
