Watched my country rip itself apart at the seams this week. And what a hellish week it has been. I guess anyone who hates America got their wish this week. Americans hate each other more than ever right now. Anger permeates the air. The beautiful aroma of swimming pools and summer rain has been replaced with the harsh smell of smoke and the heavy dust of crumble. There is a stink in the air that incites hatred, fuels personal ambition, demands the exclusion of some, the blame of others.
Phillip said to me before he went to work, “Oh, Gregory, Gregory, Gregory. PLEASE be careful. You’re an opinionated man. I don’t want to see you write something that could damage what you’ve worked for.” Because sadly, that’s the world we live in. No civil discussion….Just demands, temper tantrums, and rushing off in a pout and huff.
Well, I have to admit, Phillip’s is the only opinion of me I care for. So, I’m holding my promise to him to say nothing more on the whole mess that has within 4 days turned this country upside down.
SO! I’m a little pissy at the moment because of something more important to ME. Yes, I was sooooo happy, so ready for today. TODAY! Today is 16 June 2016. May not seem like much to many, but Phillip and I are often pursuing simple celebrations, interesting and fun ceremonies and remembrances. Two hundred years ago today, Lord Byron, Percy Shelley, John Polidori and Mary Shelley all rendezvoused in Switzerland to….well, basically party their asses of. And party they did. PARTIED! Mercy…..they drank, too drugs, and acted like the contemporary rock stars they were for the time. Oh, yeah. They were pop icons for the day. But, they got so shit faced that night while a storm raged that they grew bored with reading ghost stories to stay entertained. So, they decided to come up with their own. And thanks to that night Mary Shelley wrote “Frankenstein,” and John Polidori wrote “The Vampyre” which became the inspiration for Bram Stoker’s “Dracula.” So! History changed two hundred years ago today, literature changed, a new genre was invented, gothic romanticism was born.
Tonight, Phillip and I are going to watch Ken Russell’s “Gothic,” which is the best depiction of that evening you could ever read or see. We’re going to make quesadillas…..(there’s no symbolism in that, just letting you know) watch the film, and appreciate a milestone in literature. Then I was going to unleash the first three chapters of my new children’s book here on the blog. I know what you’re thinking, “Dang, Gregory, how dark IS this children’s book of yours?” Not so much dark as……trying something new….and hoping it also inspires for 200 years.
So, if you’re a bibliophile, head on out (wait….21st century….) DOWNLOAD a copy of some of the best gothic literature written, or see the film, or write a little ditty of your own.
I’ll be uploading the first three chapters of my children’s book later this evening. For all you knitters out there, I think you’ll get a kick out of who the villains in the story are.
And on another note, I’m nearly finished paying the tax man. I’m at nearly $3,000. Yes, yes, yes…..Because of you, THAT dilemma won’t last 200 years.