Tom Fuller exits stage left, poetically

Frequent WUWT contributor Tom Fuller has decided to step away from blogging. His final post is below. Tom provided some greatly appreciated help in keeping WUWT humming while I dealt with family health issues, and so I owe him a huge debt of graditude. Tom the door is always open at WUWT should the itch to write strike. – Anthony

Good-bye to all that

Tom Fuller

This will be my final article on Examiner.com. Thank you all for your support and your criticism. You can help with a title for this…

To Kim and Lucia who both knew best

How thoughts like these should be expressed

Prologue

How terribly quickly heat recedes when the flame is lost.
All the things I thought romantic

When I was real and life was a child

Proved moments of calm after decision

When life is most real, it most needs revision.

I’ve got a job and I must go

Farewell, friend and farewell, foe

Chapter 1 – The data
Land
The wind blows through the city’s streets and rattles the street’s furniture

The urban indications meant to orient a person to his time and place

And shakes the digitalis clocks that stop and start the city’s heart

With flash of time and Celsius

Deliver us

The wind roars past the airport’s door

And penetrates the whitewashed box,

Providing whitewashed baseball scores

To heaven for analysis

Paralysis

The wind is answered by a blast

From Pratt & Whitney’s lastest, last

Combined with tarmac’s snaky coils

Of heated air that won’t constrain

All attempts at legerdemain

Spahn, Sain–pray for rain
(We must adjust, we must adjust

For fear, for fear, it’ll disappear)

Blame it on the skeptic winds

Santanas reaching desert ends

For we have story plots to tend

Depending on unceasing trends

Sea
Now set condition Yoke throughout the ship.
Rain approaches, seen from a ship

In afternoon light it flashes and shines

We shiver in blue and pause in our labors

Willing the world to be perfectly still

Emerging from the starboard hatch

I light up with a phosphor match

And take the bucket from the hole
The bosun’s mate and boiler tech

Have faced the winter’s evening charms

By slamming dope into their arms

Fatigue has lent their movements

That economy and grace

Evocative of thought or dance

The beauty of the human race!

Drugged hatred sleeping behind their eyes

They stare me down and take the bucket

Walk to the fantail saying ‘F*** it’

With Thai stick waving in the breeze

Obscuring all the increments

Of ancient briny measurements

From ancient mercury implements

They write the numbers as they please

Rain reaches the ship to wash salt from our faces

The light goes gray and heavy with shock

The temperature guesses are scrawled in grease pencil

We shiver in blue and sprawl on the cases

Chapter 2 – The Debate

A fragile walk, the knuckle-walk,

Forensic taste of paradox

Gazing at Wilde’s stars from gutters

And commenting with geniuses and nutters

Oracular pronouncements are the symbol of this reign

With doom our given fate

As punishment for crimes

Against our poor tectonic plate

The gods themselves protest in vain

Those who protest, driven down

To undergrounds for dusty years

Composed of Bowery Grenadiers

And Canadian Mining Engineers

The priesthood rests on century’s claims

A winning streak and well-earned fame

We brought you health and wealth besides

We tell you now of rising tides

The skeptic, ‘spawned in some estaminet’

Demands that we examine it

‘If data aged like well-kept wine

Why must you then hide the decline?’

The scientists caught in the muddle

Reluctantly break from the huddle

Enlisting voiced vituperation

From corners of all grateful nations

And in response the skeptics rose

Denying angles of repose

And thus was born our Blogistan

From Fourier to ‘Yes We Can’

And so it goes–and so it goes

The waters warmed, the waters rose

But not as much as it was feared

Enlightenment had not appeared

The Arctic ice, the Greenland Cap

The glacial peaks, the this, the that

It comes and goes and how ’bout that?

And here we are, and hear–we are

Scraping the iceberg’s stony face

The science is what science is

And we are who we are, we are

Watching Mauna Loa’s upward trace

Trapped in the flaming crash of the Heisenberg

Caught in the climate conundrum

Will we pay? or Will we drown?

Are they priests or are they clowns?

It’s warmer in the center of the town

Epilogue

This doggerel begins to smell

And I really must be going

Emotions mixed but eyes firm fixed

Upon an East-bound Boeing

In 30 years I’ll know

The contrail drags below my flight

Reflecting back unearthly light

Like clouds below, oh albedo

Or soaking up all heat in sight

But which is it to be?

Light for you or heat for me?

In 30 years I’ll know

The system now so cumbersome

Seeks new equibilibrium

As if it were a New Jerusalem

In 30 years I’ll know

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November 9, 2010 4:19 pm

The Song of the Sirens from the blogs has pulled many writers off course, Tom, offering instant gratification of the desire to communicate, but proving an ephemeral resolution of that need; leaving a feeling of frustration that a concept or idea had not really been developed and presented in a format which would not simply vanish into the craw of an insatiable beast where, surprisingly quickly, it would simply disappear.
    I hope this is your reason for withdrawing from the (ugly word) blogosphere, and that you will now wrestle with the much more difficult process of ploughing the fields of your dreams until the loam is friable and the seeds well grown, and to thence publish in a more substantial medium ─ electronic or paper-based ─ to let your talent be more widely spread, and more thoughtfully considered.
    Go well, fellow author.

Leonard Weinstein
November 9, 2010 4:22 pm

Tom,
I always enjoyed discussions with you. Even though we disagreed on many points, you were always respectful and pleasant to communicate with. I wish you the best in your new job.

November 9, 2010 4:34 pm

Very T.S.Eliot, Tom!
“And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimneypots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.”
All the best – we’ll miss you.

Hilary Ostrov (aka hro001)
November 9, 2010 4:49 pm

As one who is more of a lurker than a poster on the blogs on which I’ve read you, Tom Fuller, like many I haven’t always agreed with the substance of your posts; but (perhaps unlike Keith Kloor!), I’ve always appreciated your tone – and your observations on virtual group dynamics (the good, the bad, and the ugly) … which just happen to match my own!
Sorry to see your “swan song”, but I wish you all the best in your new “incarnation” as a non-self-employed person.

Eric Dailey
November 9, 2010 5:02 pm

One word; logorrhea.

Jimbo
November 9, 2010 5:07 pm

I remember commenting that Tom Fuller was rather pessemistic about human ingenuity when it came to finding alternative energy. And I stil think he is being rather alarmist about the situation. I could give examples of pessemism, which sound funny today, but alarmed people from the past. One example is of late 19th century projections for horse manure in London by the year 2000. :o)
I do appreciate reading posts from very differing veiw points as long as they don’t call me a denier. Thanks Tom for your input and all the best.

Djozar
November 9, 2010 5:07 pm

I always appreciated your subjects and input. Thanks!

Jimbo
November 9, 2010 5:16 pm

Typo / drinko
that alarmed people from the past.

RoyFOMR
November 9, 2010 5:32 pm

Best of luck Tom with your new career. I never came away from your musings unaffected.
Sometimes angrily, I’ll admit, but never without respect for your personal attributes. I know you’ll be back, once you’ve got on top of the new job. You can’t keep the lid on a volcano!
As Barry Woods suggested, keep an eye on BishopHill’s blog. I think that you would find it an ideal and relaxing place when you’re ready to get up to speed before getting involved in the hurly-burley of Climatolotics again.
As a PS. Barry, don’t lose heart and, please, don’t stop trying to change things. I have never disagreed, in principle, with anything that you have said and I have read. I, and I’m certain that many others, enjoy your posts.
KBO, please.

Bill Illis
November 9, 2010 5:49 pm

There was no reason really to disagree with any of Tom’s posts. We should be trying to become more energy-efficient. We should be thinking of the future. We don’t really know how much warming there is to come. We just shouldn’t change our way of life based on a theory when the evidence for that theory is more-and-more looking like a significant exaggeration. Thanks very much Tom.

Oliver Ramsay
November 9, 2010 9:34 pm

Tom,
Perhaps a more judicious choice of employer might have afforded you even more time to indulge your penchant for lucubration. There are spacey agencies that appear to encourage blogging while at work.

Philip Thomas
November 10, 2010 12:56 am

Your posts made my blood boil but I read each and every one of them. I wish I could escape the climate debate sometimes, you lucky man!
Good luck in new endeavour.
PT

UK Sceptic
November 10, 2010 1:46 am

Tom, I didn’t agree with 90% of your posts but it was good to actually have a pro-AGW supporter engage with sceptics. That took more stones than the rest of the AGWers put together. I admire that. Hope to see you again.

Viv Evans
November 10, 2010 4:32 am

My best wishes for your new job, Tom.
Your posts here led to excellent debates, and I for one have always appreciated your writings from the ‘other’ point of view because you never lowered your tone to hectoring, bullying, or generally denigrating your opponents.
And that is indeed a rarity!
Thanks!

November 10, 2010 6:14 am

All the best, Tom!
We’ve had some good conversations over the past years (e.g. http://ourchangingclimate.wordpress.com/?s=fuller ), and while we often disagreed you were a courteous discussion partner (with me at least ;-), and one of your last posts (on the league of 2.5) was a very worthwhile attempt at building bridges between the different communities.

DaveF
November 10, 2010 7:22 am

May I just take this opportunity to thank Mr Fuller and Mr Mosher for “Climategate, The Crutape Letters”, which is an excellent read. Best wishes, Dave.

H.R.
November 10, 2010 10:31 am

Thank you for your contributions, Tom. I really appreciate your willingness to stand up to the plate with your ideas, even when you knew up front that you’d get vehement counterarguments. You handled the heat with grace.
Best wishes.

Editor
November 10, 2010 4:30 pm

Hi Tom
Tried to post this over at the Examiner and it was deleted as Spam! Was it something I said?
“Hi Tom
Followed the link from WUWT to your real home here. Sorry to hear you are leaving. You are a fine writer. All the best with whatever you decide to do
PS My contribution to your post about sea levels has encouraged me to write it up as a three part series. There is no doubt we are still some 30cms lower than during the MWP and Roman Optimum.
best of luck.”
tonyb

November 10, 2010 8:41 pm

I hope Tom is taking the time off to read these books,
The Bottomless Well: The Twilight of Fuel, the Virtue of Waste, and Why We Will Never Run Out of Energy (Peter Huber, Ph.D. Mechanical Engineering, MIT, 2005)
Gusher of Lies: The Dangerous Delusions of Energy Independence (Robert Bryce, 2008)
Power Hungry: The Myths of “Green” Energy and the Real Fuels of the Future (Robert Bryce, 2010)
The Solar Fraud: Why Solar Energy Won’t Run the World, Second Edition (Howard C. Hayden, Ph.D. Professor Emeritus of Physics, 2005)
The Wind Farm Scam (John Etherington, Ph.D. Emeritus Reader of Ecology, University of Wales, 2009)
😀

GregO
November 12, 2010 3:48 pm

Tom,
Sad to see you go – I always enjoyed your writing and your views whether or not I fully shared them. Climategate was my wake-up call and you and Mosher’s book CruTape Letters really got me started in all this. So I blame you. (Just kidding!!!). I will be on the lookout for your comments on the blogosphere.