Watching Chasing Coral a troubling thought keeps going through my mind. I seem to recall lots of bleach coral in some spots in the Philippines when I was in approximately kindergarten. I don’t want to give my age completely away. But, I will say that it was long before all this climate change was even spoken of a pending ice age let alone global warming let alone climate change. Also, fluorescent coral is treated in the ‘documentary’ as being novel as well. Well, that’s been around for eons. So… kind of stunning that these coral experts treat it like something never seen before. In short, this documentary is coming up short time and time again. I cannot believe that I’m the only one who has a profound interest in marine biology who keeps shaking his head no over and over again at the misrepresentations set out time and again in this purportedly serious documentary.
Anyhow, this is the poem that I just put together watching a huge swatch of the show.
Coral Vanity of Man by Michael Romani While looking for a sense of locus It helps us if we keep in focus They say time is running out of sand While we desperately seek to understand We record data to verify the belief In our study of the barrier reef But, blurred images offer false relief As we insist on islands of grief There in our footstep traces Found on the shore of washed out places These after images tell a story That is played out as man's quest for glory The truth told is that the ocean acts as a sink For our heat and leave it to cause us to think But, you see this has always been From times immemorial, again and yet again Is it maybe the sick vanity of anthropocentric man That makes us want to believe things always stay When I read back in history as far back as I can I find that everything changes; it all fades away It seems to me that nothing ever stays the same And it's little more than a political game That sets the expectation that all needs to be the same And that money and power are what really place blame Vivid fluorescence though self painted by coral Is treated as evidence though displayed in plural It is as if this was noticed by man for the first time And opportunistically treated in terms of clime The self appointed experts manipulate data to say That there is something novel to this vibrant display They act as if mankind has never observed it In a panic causing interpretation of changing habitat Never allow a crisis to go un-manipulated it is said As they play on emotions hoping to override the head Insisting that every difference seen is death When no one knows if this is the hand that left Algae does not ever grow into blooms over night So this much I know is manipulated and not quite right And the world has seen deeper changes before I listen as lies are told and know that we've seen this before Perceived disaster played hand in hand with shaded Nihilism Has been use over and over again to supplant our realism Painted as resistance as manmade change they seek to blame It just seems like we're living history under another name. (c) September 18, 2017 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved