Who Cares about Polar Bears

Reprinted from December 11 Brigid the blog poetry muse

Gravy Train They Call New Orleans

“Brownie, you’re doing a heckova job.”

a quote of a misinformed citizen


Scientists have measured the gulf stream
“30% less heat going north”
It sounds like an Ice Age warning
In amongst global warming talks
My guess: “War is great” propaganda
Black is white confusion
Sent out to confound the critics
“God is good” religious pomposity
Decorating Joshua’s horns
Emperors take personally
When the facts twist in an ocean gyre

But no. It is true, and it is good
The re-frozen north will bring in tourism
Canadians will move to the Gulf Coast
New Orleans welcomes Montrealeans
Real estate booming
Magnolias blooming
Euros-for-oil trades on Craig’s List
Moves Washington DC to Texas
A miraculous mutation
An evolution of Intelligent Design
Foreseen in Revelation
“And every island fled away,
and no mountains were to be found.
... see the smoke of her burning.”

Death and fire to the nonbelievers
First it gets warm then we are saved
Which means that “ice is hot”
Bring it on.
I am so glad I got that straight!

Literally
My Dobson was a bit down,
but now I’m fine:
Soaring like a Jet Stream
God fart gone south
Where winter in not hell
and success is a Bush speaking.

It all seems so simple now
Science is green with envy,
and for once on a blue moon
NASA is making weightless space
a place to be.

Be a star
Rise to Vega’s heights
Where winners believe in magic.
Listen to Nobel Pinter say,
“You don't need to think.
Just lie back on the cushion.”
America knows what is good

What’s good for America is right for you.
False is true. Good for you.
WMDs are real
We have them. We use them.
What’s the big deal.
Our carbon is gold
Stored in Mesopotamia
Where the good god Dollar rules
Our sheikdom fools

Don’t question the truth
It is not scientific to assume
The might of right
Just join the fight
and fight and fight and fight
When polar bears die
They never know why!

Too bad you’re dead,
The official spokesman said.

Inspired by:

The Nobel lecture: Art, truth and politics by Harold Pinter

Iraq war debate enters new phase


A self-described conservative, Bacevich argues that Americans have fallen prey to a "military metaphysic." By that he means all international problems are seen as military problems and the likelihood for finding a solution except through military means is discounted.

Polar bears living on thin ice after record temperatures

John Vidal, environment editor
Friday December 16, 2005

Non Linear Induction-Climate Sensation

Intelligence Digression

A temperature logarithmic progression
Breaks all the feed back barriers
Disorders the heat carriers
Gives Gaia depression
Leaving the earth with little hope
Civilization has a negative slope 
In a post climate             sion
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Read more about James Lovelock's Gaia Hypothesis and his recent articles on global climate change. The clever old goat might be planting a few new daisies before all he can do is push them up.

Irreversible

the poetry of Clausius who explained before Thomas Wolfe why you can't go home again.


Can’t fight
the second law
entropy > 0
until mean temp everywhere is
lukewarm

heat goes
from hot to cold
One way only always
Time’s passage leaves us disordered
& dead

Spirit in the Sky

I could not help but be inspired by the contradictions that clouds pose for scientists as the site Cloud Appreciation Society so aptly displays. After leaving 30+ years of a science career behind, I finally understand it takes poetry to explain the affinity of humans for clouds.

How Humans Get to Heaven

 Men make photographs of their shapes
 Make them appear like objects of gravity
 We animals descended from the apes
 Are captives and makers of earth’s depravity 

Writing a formula for a cloud is pointless
When we think we have it right
It vaporizes and mocks our foolishness
Exposed and basking in blue light

Water is such a common thing for thus
It takes a cold day to expose our breath
Show us that clouds are spirits within us
Whose airy domain transcends our death