I grew up during the latter half of the Cold War and came of age during its . . . detumescence. We were always expecting the world to come to an end suddenly. The dreams of the flash and blast – always at enough of a distance that you’d have plenty of time to let it sink in, to suffer the after-effects. Often these dreams happened during violent thunderstorms. They disappeared after the fall of the Soviet Union – despite the fact that things have only become more volatile since then. And more violent thunderstorms.
Nowadays, nuclear weaponry is no longer the apocalypse of choice. Today’s threats seem creeping, not falling. I don’t have global warming nightmares – do you? Maybe if you’re looking squarely at the problem – not repressing it – it doesn’t infect your dreams. But maybe dream-state is the only way to get at the scope of the catastrophe, in words. This might suggest an approach . . .
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Kristin Prevallet Author/Editor
I'm a writer & teacher in Lawrence, Kansas who actually believes the scientists. I wrote a book of poems called Of Some Sky that seems to have something to do with all this. |