Showing posts with label Copenhagen Convention on Climate Change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Copenhagen Convention on Climate Change. Show all posts

Saturday, December 19, 2009

After Copenhagen: Whitman's words, Levi's campaign






In my estimation, this latest Levi's ad campaign is the best ever on television. More stirring than the Coke commercials of the 1960s-70s, more compelling than the Volkswagen ads during the same period. Better than "Where's the Beef?" or "I Wish I Were an Oscar Mayer Wiener" or "My Dog's Bigger Than Your Dog." More rugged than the Marlboro Man and sexier than the Calvin Klein ads. A stronger clarion-call than Ronald Reagan's "Morning in America" campaign ads (of course, I did not vote for him!), and a gutsier wake-up call than the 1984 Apple Computer Brave New World commercial. More active than the latest "I'm a Pepper" Dr. Pepper street dancing ad. More vital and inspiring than my heretofore favorite commercial, Gap's 1998 khaki swing dancers (which did not make it in AdAge's Top 100 Advertising Campaigns list).

When the Levi's Go Forth ad came on Friday night it agitated me into a whoop! from my chair, and I looked over at Michael and said: "LOVE these ads. They make me wish I was 17."

Little did I know, until reading more online later on, that "Go Forth" is a major online/offline fortune hunt contest. Some of you may be playing it and others are probably as clueless about this as I was. Check out the short video at the Levi's Go Forth Fortune website that inspires youth and others to go forth in this individual and community quest. Here's a bit from the Rules of the contest from the website:
Contest Overview: Levi's® "Go Forth Fortune" Scavenger Hunt Contest (the "Contest") is a nationwide scavenger hunt with both online and off-line components that involves (a) completing scavenger hunt tasks to learn more about the history of Levi Strauss & Co. and the story of Grayson Ozias IV, (b) completing a virtual quiz using the information learned from completing the scavenger hunt tasks that provides an opportunity to be one (1) of one-hundred (100) finalists receiving a finalist prize, and (c) solving a final cipher based on information learned throughout the Contest for the opportunity to be the Grand Prize winner and participate in a real life treasure hunt to discover $100,000 in cash buried somewhere in the United States.
There is a fascinating article at ARGnet, titled Go Forth O Pioneers! A Reflection on Levi's Go Forth Campaign that gives deeper background into the phenomenon (read it here).

As the Copenhagen Climate Summit basically crumbled into ash I have felt depressed, truly depressed. But in these words by Walt Whitman, in these ads by Levi's, my frustration and fears have a place where they can run around screaming in the dark until my spirit is re-energized to carry on, to continue the fight for enlightenment before it's too late. As far as Stanza 7 below is concerned, I hope the new pioneers heed the lessons learned from those particular activities.


Pioneers! O Pioneers!
~by Walt Whitman

1
COME, my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready;
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers!

2
For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!

3
O you youths, western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,
Plain I see you, western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneers! O
pioneers!

4
Have the elder races halted?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied, over there beyond the seas?
We take up the task eternal, and the burden, and the lesson, Pioneers! O pioneers!

5
All the past we leave behind;
We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O pioneers!

6
We detachments steady throwing,
Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep,
Conquering, holding, daring, venturing, as we go, the unknown ways, Pioneers! O pioneers!


7
We primeval forests felling,
We the rivers stemming, vexing we, and piercing deep the mines within;
We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving, Pioneers! O pioneers!

8
Colorado men are we,
From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high plateaus,
From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come, Pioneers! O pioneers!

9
From Nebraska, from Arkansas,
Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental blood intervein’d;
All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the Northern, Pioneers! O
pioneers!


10
O resistless, restless race!
O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all!
O I mourn and yet exult—I am rapt with love for all, Pioneers! O pioneers!

11
Raise the mighty mother mistress,
Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress, (bend your heads all,)
Raise the fang’d and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon’d mistress, Pioneers! O
pioneers!

12
See, my children, resolute children,
By those swarms upon our rear, we must never yield or falter,
Ages back in ghostly millions, frowning there behind us urging, Pioneers! O pioneers!

13
On and on, the compact ranks,
With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly fill’d,
Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping, Pioneers! O pioneers!


14
O to die advancing on!
Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour come?
Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill’d, Pioneers! O
pioneers!

15
All the pulses of the world,
Falling in, they beat for us, with the western movement beat;
Holding single or together, steady moving, to the front, all for us, Pioneers! O
pioneers!

16
Life’s involv’d and varied pageants,
All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work,
All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves, Pioneers! O pioneers!


17
All the hapless silent lovers,
All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying, Pioneers! O pioneers!

18
I too with my soul and body,
We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way,
Through these shores, amid the shadows, with the apparitions pressing, Pioneers! O
pioneers!

19
Lo! the darting bowling orb!
Lo! the brother orbs around! all the clustering suns and planets,
All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams, Pioneers! O pioneers!

20
These are of us, they are with us,
All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind,
We to-day’s procession heading, we the route for travel clearing, Pioneers! O pioneers!

21
O you daughters of the west!
O you young and elder daughters! O you mothers and you wives!
Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united, Pioneers! O pioneers!

22
Minstrels latent on the prairies!
(Shrouded bards of other lands! you may sleep—you have done your work;)
Soon I hear you coming warbling, soon you rise and tramp amid us, Pioneers! O pioneers!

23
Not for delectations sweet;
Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and the studious;
Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment, Pioneers! O pioneers!

24
Do the feasters gluttonous feast?
Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? have they lock’d and bolted doors?
Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground, Pioneers! O pioneers!

25
Has the night descended?
Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged, nodding on our way?
Yet a passing hour I yield you, in your tracks to pause oblivious, Pioneers! O pioneers!


26
Till with sound of trumpet,
Far, far off the day-break call—hark! how loud and clear I hear it wind;
Swift! to the head of the army!—swift! spring to your places, Pioneers! O pioneers.

.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

a natural beauty should be preserved like a monument to nature

fos do iguaçù by Emilio Navarino
fos do iguaçù by Emilio Navarino


Iguazu Falls was created in the area where the Rio Iguacu (Iguazu River, in Portuguese) in Brazil flows over a basalt rock plateau that ends at the Parana River. Basalt is formed from a lava flow. There are actually 275 waterfalls in the full Iguazu series.


"Amazon, you had so much and now so much is gone. . ."
From one of my favorite Neil Young songs, that line always brings me close to tears. (You can access a pop-up of Neil Young's original 2004 recording of Natural Beauty at: CLICK.) I found this cover of the song and was really moved by the sweet intensity of the performance by these two women. Theirs is a pure and soulful offering of song to the Earth. It touches me. Deeply.



Tara MacLean is joined by Melanie Doane for a gorgeous version of Neil Young's "Natural Beauty" during Tara's CD Release Party for her CD Wake, ----- 29 Oct 2009 at Hugh's Room in Toronto, ONT.
http://www.taramaclean.com
[from Tara MacLean's website: She lives what she speaks; as a result, Wake is a zero footprint CD www.zerofootprint.net. "We used minimal packaging: 100% recycled paper and no hard plastic cases. I was arrested and jailed in 1993 for protesting the clear-cut logging of a temperate rainforest in B.C. Singing protest songs on the blockades showed me a new way to use my voice, and gave me a new reason. Since then, I have been trying to incorporate my love of nature into my love of music. When I'm singing ‘I'm turning on to different information' on this record, it means I am trying to learn and make choices that are not going to hurt the planet any more. The way I eat, the way I dress, the way I travel, the way I raise my children. Not preaching, just trying to be an inspiring person. I grew up singing gospel music, so music has always been about looking for light."]


Natural Beauty - Lyrics

On the roller coaster ride
That my emotions have to take me on
I heard a newborn baby cry
Through the night.

I heard a perfect echo die
Into an anonymous wall of digital sound
Somewhere deep inside
Of my soul.

A natural beauty should be preserved like a monument to nature
Don't judge yourself too harsh, my love
Or someday you might find your soul endangered
A natural beauty should be preserved like a monument to nature.

Amazon
You had so much and now so much is gone
What are you gonna do
With your life?

What a lucky man.
To see the earth before it touched his hand
What an angry fool
To condemn.

One more night to go
One more sleep upon your burning banks
A greedy man never knows
What he's done.

A natural beauty should be preserved like a monument to nature
Don't start yourself too short, my love
Or someday you might find your soul endangered
A natural beauty should be preserved like a monument to nature.

Went to the rodeo today
I saw the cowgirls lined up on the fence
A brand new Chevrolet
A brand new pair of seamless pants.

We watched the moment of defeat
Played back over on the video screen
Somewhere deep inside
Of my soul.

A natural beauty should be preserved like a monument to nature.

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Sunday, December 6, 2009

A Hundred Years From Today

PICT0024 by Joel Duggan
PICT0024 by Joel Duggan



With less than 24 hours before the beginning of the Convention on Climate Change in Copenhagen, listen to the words of Rabindranath Tagore reaching forward beyond a century with utter faith and "gladsome greetings" that we of course would know the buzzing of the bees and the rustling of the leaves.

But a hundred years from today?

We must become worker bees now to save this heaven on Earth for those who will call it their home in a hundred years and beyond.




(Recitation by Samuel George)


A Hundred Years from Today

-by Rabindranath Tagore

A hundred years from today
who are you, sitting, reading a poem of mine,
under curiosity’s sway -
a hundred years from today?

Not the least portion
of this young spring’s morning bliss,
neither blossom nor birdsong,
nor any of its scarlet splashes
can I drench in passion
and despatch to your hands
a hundred years hence!

Yet do this, please: unlatch your south-faced door,
just sit at your window for once;
basking in fantasy, eyes on the far horizon,
figure out if you can:
how one day a hundred years back
roving delights in a free fall from a heavenly region
had touched all that there was -
the infant Phalgun day, utterly free,
was frenzied, all agog,
while borne on brisk wings, the south wind
pollen-scent-brushed
had suddenly arrived and in a flash dyed the earth
with all youth’s hues
a hundred years before your day.

There lived then a poet, ebullient of spirit,
his heart steeped in song,
who wanted to open his words like so many flowers
with so much passion
one day a hundred years back.

A hundred years from today
who is the new poet
whose songs flow through your homes?
To him I convey
this springtime’s gladsome greetings.
May my vernal song find its echo for a moment
in your spring day
in the throbbing of your hearts, in the buzzing of your bees,
in the rustling of your leaves
a hundred years from today.

This poem written in 1896 by Rabindranath Tagore(1861-1941) Indian poet, playwright and essayist;won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913.




This is Number Seven in a randomly-posted, continuing series of quotes by Tagore. Everything he wrote is golden.
Number One
Number Two
Number Three
Number Four
Number Five


Friday, December 4, 2009

Feline proxy delegate shares a word prior to Copenhagen climate talks

Our beautiful cat, Willow, was finally spayed yesterday and I picked her up at the vet clinic this morning. I say "finally" because I normally have our cats altered/spayed at around eight-months of age. We waited until Willow passed her first birthday in hopes that her heart murmur had healed itself as the vet said they sometimes do in the first year of life.

Her heart rate was zooming at 240 yesterday morning when we arrived at the vet clinic, and she also seemed to still have a heart murmur. We determined that she should stay there for a few hours for her vet to check her again after she calmed down some, because at that point we couldn't tell if she was extremely stressed from the car ride or if she had acute tachycardia. They phoned me after noon to let me know that after some hours her heart rate dropped to a lovely 150, no heart murmur was detected with the normal heart rate, and that surgery had progressed successfully.

It was a long night for Michael and me without Willow in the house. After I brought her home this morning she played some in the living room with her toys. The powerful shot she'd been given for pain had kicked in and she was feeling spunky. But she's now sleeping by the gas stove listening to our cats' favorite CD. All is well.....

But none of us should be wooed into complacency while snug in our houses. With the Convention on Climate Change about to convene in Copenhagen I'll take a few days here at Writerquake to show my love and concern for this planet, our home, this heaven on Earth.

The animals need us to be mindful. It's their home too.......



Comments by person who uploaded this at youtube: Cat speaks out against climate change. Submitted as part of the 1 Minute to Save the World climate change short film competition http:www.1minutetosavetheworld .com  

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