No, this isn’t a dire warning about the summer to come. (I hope.) I am doing some research for the May issue of Sift. Shift. Lift. And couldn’t resist sharing this dark, apocalyptic poem by Lord Byron, which describes the famine and disease and utter devastation that wracked the globe in 1816-1817. Devastation triggered by the eruption of Mount Tambora in April 1815. What do you think?
I think I wonder what they'd have done -- Mary, Percy, Byron and Claire -- with social media if instead in those dark hours Mary hadn't woven her gothic tale around them all by candle-light. What if their faces had been lit instead by tiny screens? It's odd to think of so little time in between their shut-down and ours...and as always, words to carry us between the lines and times. Thx for yours, Shell xx
I think I wonder what they'd have done -- Mary, Percy, Byron and Claire -- with social media if instead in those dark hours Mary hadn't woven her gothic tale around them all by candle-light. What if their faces had been lit instead by tiny screens? It's odd to think of so little time in between their shut-down and ours...and as always, words to carry us between the lines and times. Thx for yours, Shell xx