Header image by Robin Drayton
The news is full of multiple pipeline projects as protesters try to have their say and slow moving regulatory processes grind on.
The vast number of words generated in any major pipeline fight gush from multiple sources and flood the terrain with claims and counter-claims.
To help sort it out, I commissioned a relevant poetical work from Trail Baboon’s Poet Laureate, Schuyler Tyler Wyler, a well-known literary thief.
At first, STW refused the commission because, he said, “Nothing original can come from it” and “These pipeline battles always end the same way.”
But of course nothing original ever comes from a Schuyler Tyler Wyler poem.
After I showed him the money that could quickly be made, STW said (true to form) that he would do it if he could be allowed to dig another well known poem out of the deepest reaches of our shared language reserves, refine it to remove all the art, beauty and originality, and then ship it directly to me as quickly as possible with his own brand attached for immediate payment.
Because I was desperate and out of time to come up with a post for today, I agreed, even though I knew the result could be a horrible explosion or simply a foul, long-lasting mess.
Sorry, once again, Robert Frost.
Two pipelines converged in my neighborhood,
And sorry I could not protest both
and be one activist, long I stood
Bemoaning one as much as I could
For contents which I use, and loathe.
Then hating the other to be fair.
For though I’d use it just the same
a spill from it would sew despair,
and consequently foul the air
while no one would accept the blame.
Such strong objections did I raise
to both, that from my dual attack
each paused in the approval phase
and judges issued legal stays
while regulators walked them back.
But only for a moment, though
then did it all just recommence.
A lawyer’s herd did overthrow
my arguments, with piles of dough.
And that has made all the difference.
What have you spilled?