Al Gore’s Climate Change Poem Should Be Read In The Absence Of Scissors

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by Michael dEstries December 8, 2009
Categories: People, Print.

our choiceWhen Al Gore was writing his new book “Our Choice”, he reportedly wanted to include a chapter describing the ghoulish hell one might experience in a world where global warming is left unchecked. His editor, however, shot him down — and the former Vice President compromised with a poem instead.

“When I submitted the manuscript to the publisher,” Gore said to The Huffington Post’s William Petrocelli, “my editor wanted to know who wrote it, because I hadn’t attributed it to anyone.” I told him, ‘William Butler Yeats.’”

“When he acted like he might believe me, I had to tell him ‘No, no, I wrote it!’”

Check out the poem, which Rush Limbaugh has deemed “stupid”, by hitting the jump below.

One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears
In midnight sun

Vapors rise as
Fever settles on an acid sea
Neptune’s bones dissolve

Snow glides from the mountain
Ice fathers floods for a season
A hard rain comes quickly

Then dirt is parched
Kindling is placed in the forest
For the lightning’s celebration

Unknown creatures
Take their leave, unmourned
Horsemen ready their stirrups

Passion seeks heroes and friends
The bell of the city
On the hill is rung

The shepherd cries
The hour of choosing has arrived
Here are your tools


Categories: People, Print.

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Michael has been blogging since 2005 on issues such as sustainability, renewable energy, philanthropy, and healthy living. He regularly contributes to a slew of publications, as well as consulting with companies looking to make an impact using the web and social media. He lives in Ithaca, NY with his family on an apple farm.

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  • dargon

    Geez, what a shitty poem.

  • http://www.plantpeacedaily.org JC

    Here’s a better one. Al should read it :)

    A Holiday Thought…

    Aren’t humans amazing Animals? They kill wildlife – birds, deer, all kinds of cats, coyotes, beavers, groundhogs, mice and foxes by the million in order to protect their domestic animals and their feed.

    Then they kill domestic animals by the billion and eat them. This in turn kills people by the million, because eating all those animals leads to degenerative – and fatal – - health conditions like heart disease, stroke, kidney disease, and cancer.

    So then humans spend billions of dollars torturing and killing millions of more animals to look for cures for these diseases.

    Elsewhere, millions of other human beings are being killed by hunger and malnutrition because food they could eat is being used to fatten domestic animals.

    Meanwhile, few people recognize the absurdity of humans, who kill so easily and violently, and once a year send out cards praying for “Peace on Earth.”

    ~Revised Preface to Old MacDonald’s Factory Farm by C. David Coates~

    • http://none Wilbur Fudpucker

      Geez. What a REALLY stupid story.

  • http://www.remyc.com Remy C.

    It is telling of where Al’s head is at… This is a poem from a man, who has to manage delusions of grandeur with actual influence in the world of men… He wants a revolution: “Passion seeks heroes and friends” but doesn’t know how to attain it, from his behavior towards those also actively seeking it, runs away from the possibility while at the same time wishing it. He wants peaceful change, chivalry, Camelot, fairy tales… while sadly, reality is a lot nastier, dirtier, bloodier… unless indeed we gravitate towards a higher ideal.

    The poem reveals a whole lot about his state of mind, a sense of helplessness at upcoming doom… this from a man who was vice-president, a hair’s breath from being the most powerful man in the world, and who still can’t with all his very wealthy, influential friends, really guide policy still controlled and locked by the oiligarchy.

    I admire his courage, or his naivety, in allowing us to read this. He needs help, we need help… yet media hides these “heroes” with endless stories of fallen stars and drunken ordeals. You have to dig deep to read about great folks doing great things.

    You have to pick one thing, and make that thing everything, then when it falls, it drags everything else down with it… But do we want the end of the social structure as we know it? Even if it means the survival of this planet? Al Gore is too comfortable in his wealth to advocate the kind of revolution he fantasizes about in this poem.

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  • Bird of Paradise

    He sounds as rediculous as that tree sitting ding-bat JULIA(BUTTERFLY)HILL perhaps their somehow related as wacky and as crazy as they can be

  • gooniebird

    AL GORE THAT BLABBERING FOOL,NEVER WHEN TO A GOOD SCHOOL,HIS MOUTH NEVER CEASING,HIS INTELLEGENCE DECREASING,AND ALWAYS BREAKS ALL THE RULES

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