Vanity Fair — Al Gore: The Poet Laureate of Climate Change
Now, with the publication of his new book, Our Choice, Gore has unveiled a fresh and most unexpected talent: the book’s opening chapter of concludes with a poem he wrote—21 lines of verse that are equal parts beautiful, evocative, and disturbing.
Now, stop snickering — they’re serious.
The best part are the comments. Here’s my fave:
My own far humbler poem: The gravy train has dried up, The data cooked like overboiled couscous into yellow science mush: Hide the decline. Get a life.
Posted 12/7/2009 by anglosaxon
{ 4 comments }
This is precisely why the dead tree media is dying.
Pimping Gore as a science deity and now some kind of artist is just plain nauseating. The only art he is adept at is the art of fraud.
It gave me a laugh actually — I mean, that the MSM takes themselves so seriously.
The Shepard cries
The hour of choosing is here
I’m thinkin’ it’ll be the sheep “crieing” so here goes;
Big Al came a struttin’
wearin’ nuttin’
but a button and a bow
He was wantin’ mutton
before the hope-n-hoggen show
the sheep were aware
they had seen his gimlet stare
he didn’t have a prayer
they had “been online’
while he was “hidin’ the decline”
they knew he wasen’t “nobel”
just another scammer
lookin’ for a place to jamm ‘er
what he meant
when he said the “end was near”
was suddenly very clear
what was really risin’
wasen’t the ocean
don’cha know
Oh, well done! Thanks for the great laugh
Comments on this entry are closed.