This blog is about climate change, rivers, salmon and steelhead fishing, Pacific Northwest people, and ecopoetry.
Saturday, July 30, 2022
Professor Stefan Rahmstorf of Postsdam Institute for Climate Impact Research Explains Extreme Jet Stream Weather Changes
Sunday, July 17, 2022
After the Bureaucratic Meeting
After the Bureaucratic Meeting
dried salmon, raw apple, hand-picked blackberries,
a few honest words circling wood fire
followed by silent glow
for people who crave real food.
Everyone here knows
our dreams tell us
we put too many limits on ourselves to
see, feel, think, do.
Maybe there’s a song so ancient
it makes all stop to listen
who we really are, and could be,
in this time of dread
as fires rage, villages flood,
hurricanes scream, millions of people
and other animals flee
for better places.
If someone doesn’t sing it soon,
most will die.
I'm grateful to people all over the world who participated in "Hosting & Facilitating a Climate Café " offered by Climate Psychology Alliance July 12, 2022. I heard many honest words from those bringing their best gifts to the table, or in process of doing so. Regarding the "song" idea in my above poem, I like "Brave" by Sara Bareilles. This is not an easy thing to do in meetings or conversations, especially about climate issues. In a related matter, a big congratulations to my former landlord on his 102nd birthday! I recall he said about my first book Industrial Oz published in 2015, "Scott, if you read these poems, you're going to jail."
Sunday, July 10, 2022
San Francisco Climate Clues, June 21, 2022
On a recent business trip to San Francisco, of course I wrote a climate poem:
San Francisco Climate Clues, June 21, 2022
In Hotel Caza painting, room 418,
orange octopus tentacles reach up
thousands of feet
under Golden Gate Bridge
like Nature making COVID-19,
BA.4, BA.5,
Atlantic and Gulf Coast hurricanes, fires,
heatwaves, ice melt, sea rise, dead corals
disrupting lives and livelihoods.
Later, in a nearby coffee shop
two men lament how Paradise, California,
will never be paradise again
in our lifetimes.
A nude woman walks to me
on a hot sidewalk above Fisherman’s Wharf
as news reports 92 degrees,
and Santa Rosa 104.
I worry about her young soles
and paws of various dogs
scampering behind
oblivious owners.
My Uber driver says about the woman,
“Yes, that happens here
when people are so drugged
they don’t know what they’re doing.”
Outside delicious Beloved Café
a man quietly sings to himself
so no one else
can hear the words.
Across town, a homeless man grasps
a screwdriver like a dagger
until I see
it’s for protection.
I recall the 1959 film On the Beach
when a calm, resigned Gregory Peck
allows a submarine crewman to escape
to a nuclear-doomed San Francisco.
“Is there anything you want before we go?” Peck asks.
“I’m okay,” the crewman replies.
“We won’t be coming back,” Peck continues,
to hear “I know.”
Someday soon
when fish belly up in real life,
birds drop,
and many stare in blank reflection,
as long as I can reduce
suffering of one being
my life has meaning.
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For his brutal honesty, I added UN Secretary-General António Guterres of Portugal to my "Updated Best Practices for Climate Crisis." Similarly, now is a good time to read, or listen to, Bob Dylan's 5 June, 2017 NOBLE Lecture if you haven't.