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The shepherd cries
The hour of choosing has arrived
Here are your tools
In his almost 30 years of crusading against global warming, Al Gore has worn a variety of hats. In roughly chronological order these include: congressman, senator, author, vice president, traveling evangelist, filmmaker, investment adviser, and Nobel Peace Prize winner. 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.
It’s odd that none of the reviews of Our Choice have mentioned this poem. Even my old friend Bill McKibben, the dean of America’s climate journalists, didn’t see fit to mention it, though Bill himself wrote a column a couple of years ago pleading for poets, musicians, and other artists to bring their talents to bear in the climate fight. Reviews of Our Choice have instead focused on the meat and potatoes of the book—its exhaustive (and sometimes exhausting) survey of the best available solutions, technological and political, to the climate crisis.
Gore wrote it, I’m told, because his editor nixed his request to include a separate chapter on the impacts of climate change. After all, Our Choice is supposed to be about solutions, not gloom and doom. (The most common criticism of An Inconvenient Truth, the documentary that won Gore an Oscar in 2007, was that it was silent on what to do about global warming.) Undeterred by his editor’s ruling, Gore re-imagined his impacts chapter in poetic form.
"The gravy train has dried up, The data cooked like overboiled couscous into yellow science mush: Hide the decline. Get a life."
"I read his crap he needs a slap Then we will know why the shepherd cries."
"The alarums sound And the frightened creatures Run to higher ground Across the skies Silver eagles soar Trailing clouds of smoke In their wake Foregathering in their sacred aerie They make their plans To gather all the sheep together In the valley of the shadow Of pretended death Calling out To the lambs who huddle in every corner of the world They promise the protection of eagles While preparing for the feast"
Originally posted by jdub297
Originally posted by Elliot
Oh the irony!
The problem with Shepherds, is that they have the unfortunate habit of leading their 'sheep' to the slaughter......after fleecing them first, of course.
So Al is saying what about himself?
Originally posted by buddhasystem
Another thread with misleading title... Too many of these lately and almost enough to make me barf
Gore didn't say he was the shepherd... Read the poem already duh
Gore wrote it, I’m told, because his editor nixed his request to include a separate chapter on the impacts of climate change. After all, Our Choice is supposed to be about solutions, not gloom and doom. ... Undeterred by his editor’s ruling, Gore re-imagined his impacts chapter in poetic form.