Carry On My Wayward Sun: Al Gore Poetry Slam!

I saw a couple of references to this in the comments, and a mention in the headline of an email; just saw now what the heck people are talking about.

He wrote this as the introduction to the new tree-killing apocalypse-hastening book he just wrote called Our Choice. Vanity Fair calls it "odd" that none of the reviewers mention the poem; I don't call it odd at all. I call it doing a solid for a retard you're fond of, like not pointing out he has ice cream cake all over his head.

Full Poem now added, courtesy of Reverend Al's Muse.

One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears
In midnight sun

The shepherd cries
The hour of choosing has arrived
Here are your tools

Here's what Vanity Fair says about the poem:

The result is a surprisingly accomplished, nuanced piece of writing. The images Gore conjures in his (untitled) poem turn a neat trick: they are visually specific and emotionally arresting even as they are scientifically accurate.

Here's what I have to say:

Reviewers fail to mention
Gore's descent into sophomoric senility
Hide the decline

I do admit "lightning's celebration" isn't so bad. But pretty much any amateur college Poetry 101 attendee comes up with a similar successful mix-and-match word pairing like every third assignment.

Oh! It seems like I shouldn't even have to say this, but I hereby decree another Al Gore Poetry Jam Slam!

Remember, this is just an exhibition, not a competition.

Re-Post: The first post ever on this site-- apart from a post that simply said "Test" -- was "The Donkey," a parody of The Raven, mostly about Al Gore.

It's a bit dated -- looking, as it did, forward to the 2004 elections -- but I still think it's pretty good. Here's the link: Caution: Flagrant Potty-Mouth and General Puerility.

posted by Ace at 06:26 PM

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