The Climate Coalition ist die größte Initiative in Großbritannien, die sich dem Kampf gegen den Klimawandel verschrieben hat. Das Video „A Love Song“ ist Teil der jährlichen #ShowTheLove Kampagne und macht mit dem speziell von Anthony Anaxagorou geschriebenen Gedicht auf Umweltzerstörung aufmerksam. Die Bewegung The Climate Coalition setzt sich für saubere und erneuerbare Energie ein und arbeitet kontinuierlich daran, dies nicht nur ins Bewusstsein der Bürger zu bringen, sondern auch vor allem die britische Regierung davon zu überzeugen.
Hier die Credits zu dem kraftvollen Video:
Climate Change Poem (I’ve Heard Talk) von Anthony Anaxagorou
Schauspieler: Charles Dance OBE (Game of Thrones), Miranda Richardson (Made In Dagenham), David Gyasi (Doctor Who), Jacob Isaacs (Harry Potter Filme)
Musik von Elbow
Und die Lyrics:
I’ve heard talk of a quiet violence
waiting at the waters edge
where children learn the earth by golden shores
and gulls decorate shadows with all their height.
I’ve heard the mountains speak of their agony
a gripping smog hurting their stone –
the sparrow and the wren salvage hope from the wind
casting their song over the ears of morning,
…
I’ve seen the mountaineer conquer
the obstinacy of rock with the smallest
of hands, breath leaving his mouth
like an eruption of ampersands.
I’ve heard the forests thin call
as it’s left to shudder under its heavy load,
I remember a time it would climb
to paint the world with its green
…
where now will the lovers go to know each others palms?
How will kisses announce themselves to lips
if the path we’ve walked for so long
becomes lost to the noise we share?
I’ve seen how the willow holds its perennial lean
while cliffs frail as deceit drop to the sea.
A rainbow bought and sold for its skin
is worn like victory by another skyscraper.
…
Lakes still embrace shoals of fish,
while icebergs melt like snow on lips.
Seasons start to run from each other
while love’s left to shiver on the edge of a leaf.
But there’s still time to rescue the tranquillity
the fragile space between parks, pitches and sea –
the cosmos in all its wonderments and us,
a blink in its starry eye.
I’ve heard of this kind of dying before
slow, white and expansive. I’ve followed
the groan and made my lungs from the trail.
…
We are building new rain,
we are harbouring less sight
…
an infant tilts his head skywards
and asks his mother what’s beyond
she takes him by the hand and says
…
we will shape the brilliant and new
I very much like you have been saved so many times by a view
yesterday the sun whispered into the moons ear
and the moon trembled, turning white with fear.
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