It’s the baobabs that will follow you home. Mysterious, massive, silent, on gnarled pillars they dominate the Kalahari thorn scrub, and the imagination. Ancient beyond telling, they are the grand elders of Africa’s arid hinterland, sentinels of the passing millennia. Now they’re dying. And no one knows why. news.nationalgeographic.com/2018/06/oldest-tress-africa-baobabs-dead-climate-science/ The San say that the creator … More Royalty of the Thirstland: Is It End Game For The Baobabs?
In the winter of 1984, a Union Carbide pesticide plant in Bhopal, India malfunctioned in the morning darkness. Poor maintenance and disabled safety systems took a savage toll as a cloud of toxic gas blanketed a sleeping city. More than 2,000 nearby slum-dwellers never woke up in their shacks. And a further 510,000 who survived, … More Lamps in the Night
Master bard, T. S. Eliot, once confessed that his poetic sensibilities he owed to life on the banks of great rivers. His cadence, images and rhythms were borrowed, it seems, from the Mississippi and his adopted Thames. A meander up the dramatic mountain course of northeast India’s Lohit River begs for powerful poetry, too. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lohit_River … More Lohit River Poetry