The man who defined ‘mad, bad and dangerous to know’ was, of course, a multiple Aquarius. A supremely talented poet and iconoclast, ‘Lord Byron’ was the official It-boy of his generation, a celebrity before there were celebrities. He was most probably a complete prick if you were actually involved with him but that didn’t diminish his glamor.
“There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.” Lord Byron
The world’s best-known poet, he had the Sun, Venus, Lilith, Saturn, Pluto and Midheaven in Aquarius. He became famous for his poems by age 19 and built on that with his eccentricities, sex life and provocative stunts. Byron, the epitome of the romantic poet, fell in love easily and often. His type? It was usually other people’s wives. He wrote one of his most famous poems – She Walks In Beauty – about his cousin’s wife.
Like many Aquarians, he was ahead of the era he lived in: He was blatantly bisexual, an avid exerciser and a vegetarian, for example. He swam the Hellespont strait, near Gallipolli, and made open-air swimming a thing. Women contrived to bed him and fashionable men copied his clothes, hair and cynical sneer – his own doctor based a novel on him: it was the prototypal ‘hot vampire’ book – The Vampyre.
Everyone from Anne Rice’s fictional Lestat to Hugh Grant in the 80s or current Harry Styles (another Aquarian) owes a sartorial debt to George Byron. His daughter, the extraordinary Ada Lovelace, continued his legacy of wild genius and interestingly, they were both Moon-Uranus people with Saturn in Aquarius.
His escapades are far too rich and intricate for a simple blog post but his intense, crazy life was cut short. He’d not only joined the Greek war for independence from the Ottoman Empire, he’d sold everything he owned to help fund it. He died of sepsis from an injury sustained during the battle of Missolonghi. He was just 36 and the mass mourning frenzy was similar to when Princess Diana died in 1997.
“There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
there is rapture in the lonely shore,
there is society where none intrudes,
by the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not Man the less, but Nature more.”