Al Gore is writing climate poetry. Its overall effect is much the same as that of Vogon poetry (the 3rd worst poetry in the universe – Al Gore’s being the 4th worst).
Here are some excerpts:
One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears
In midnight sun
Vapors rise as
Fever settles on an acid sea.
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
The shepherd cries
The hour of choosing has arrived
Here are your tools
This reminds me that it’s back to the 60’s for the Copenhagen Climate Conference: the theme song is Bob Dylan’s A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall. Between that and Al Gore reading his poetry, delegates will be running from the auditorium shrieking and clutching their heads.