Well, this is shit
This was tied to a light pole near work. If you can’t read it:
What does the sap say?
The sap says nothing.
Tree-blood
its only sound
comes in death
a ghostly gurgling
when its tree is felled
to feed our fires
or make way for industry.
Birds sing of the loss
of habitat and homes
and of advancing predators
until, lacking food or shelter
they sing here no more.
The sap says nothing.
That’s not poetry, it’s a super long bumper sticker. Political art is turrble, y’all.
I wonder how many trees are felled to make way for a solar panel farm?
Posted: September 26th, 2023 under personal.
Comments: 7
Comments
Comment from Tim Carlson
Time: September 26, 2023, 6:26 pm
Well, if England was Scotland, it would be 16 million.
Well, Scotland has felled 16 MILLION trees to make way for wind farms. I can imagine that solar farms are just as bad, if not worse.
Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: September 26, 2023, 6:53 pm
Just like the people who protest oil who wear nylon windbreakers and synthetic material sneakers, the irony of publishing that screed (screed-ette?) on paper made from wood-pulp is probably lost on its creator.
Comment from Jon
Time: September 26, 2023, 7:21 pm
Let alone all the birdies and fishies killed by windfarms on land or sea. But look over here, AOC is buying a different electric car until she isn’t!
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: September 26, 2023, 7:28 pm
What SomeVeg said.
Paper. To say nothing of the poor plant used for the twine!
Clearly this is just some modern twit, out stealing the story of Bonny Portmore, and with bad doggerel to boot.
Wood is a renewable resource, ye great pillock!
Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: September 26, 2023, 8:24 pm
O bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand
And the more I think on you the more I think long
If I had you now as I had once before
All the lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore.
O bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see
Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore for many’s the long day
Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away.
All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep
Saying, “Where shall we shelter or where shall we sleep?”
For the Oak and the Ash, they are all cutten down
And the walls of bonny Portmore are all down to the ground.
Comment from Uncle Al
Time: September 26, 2023, 10:13 pm
Political art is turrble, y’all.
Yes it certainly is, but I’ll suggest one exception:
Humanity-hating eco-warrior self-immolation as performance art.
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: September 27, 2023, 11:39 am
@Uncle Am – I rather enjoyed their political art from about this time last year.
People who can’t foresee the very short term outcomes from their own behaviors shouldn’t be left to decide long term plans for the rest of us.
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