Al Gore is a man of many talents. Gore is a former Senator, Vice President, and Presidential candidate. Al Gore is an author of several books and he is an Oscar winning film maker. Al Gore has even won the Nobel Peace Prize for his sins.
But now Al Gore has added the position of Poet Laureate of Global Warming to his resume. Here follows, as quoted in the LA Times, his deathless prose.
“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
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”
Without a doubt there are people even now who are preparing to nominate Al Gore for a Nobel Literature Prize to go up on the mantle next to the Peace Prize at his huge carbon footprint producing mansion, just on the basis of this bit of doggerel. The verses by the Shakespeare of Climate Change strike one as a jumble of disconnected and unrelated images that spewed out of Al Gore’s muse, without scan or rhyme. People fascinated by stream of consciousness will no doubt find these interesting; no one with taste could, however.
Julius Caesar, whose writings have been compared favorably to Barack Obama’s, once wrote verse in his youth. In the winter of his life, Caesar looked back at what he wrote and in an act of considerable humility, burned the lot. There would have been, no doubt, sycophants who would have compared Caesar to Homer if he had preserved his verses for posterity. Caesar had enough accomplishments in other fields of endeavor to assuage the ego of any man and did not need people to lie to him about what a great poet he was.
Sadly Al Gore does not have even a hint of self effacement within him. It is true that he knows in his heart or hearts his limitations, which is why he runs when real journalists ask him complicated questions about environmental policy. But Al Gore has legions of enablers to tell him how great he is, whether it is the Motion Picture Academy, the Nobel Committee, or environmentalists who hail him as a prophet.
Here’s a nightmare. Generations of high school students are going to be assigned to read and analyzer Al Gore’s poetry. They will be expected to write in essay form in detail what the meaning of the imagery is. The problem is that the poet likely does not understand it, so how could anyone else?
Source: Al Gore (rhymes with bore) invents a poem about global climate warming change, LA Times, December 17th, 2009