]]>Poetryhttp://wmrike.squarespace.com/journal/2008/5/25/love-in-the-mesolithic.htmlWm. Rike2008-05-25T04:42:17Z2008-05-25T04:42:17Z1. the gatherer, hunted

Waking, I rise from my earthen bed,
my dayskin sloughing the dirt of sleep.

Grass blades tremble, and I sense you in the hedgerows,
returning from your circling, and I have you
in mind, in the hard light of out-there's bareness,
your blunt teeth glinting, your bowstring drawn.

My areolae are taut clouds, swollen
with a promise of rain or arrows,
my downy navel bared, anticipating
the homecoming of our hunger.

2. the hunter, gathered

As you take me in hand, the melon fire
of your touch sublimes my mind to black sugar.
Your bespittled palm slides up the underside,
swelling me like fruit after fallen rain.

I am ready to fall, bursting to be
gathered in by you - sweetening your hunger,
becoming your belly, enriching your skin -
diffused throughout your blood

until you, yourself, are fallen fruit
nourishing the body of the earth.

11 May 1910: Appears in 1910 US Census for Madison Twp., Morgan Co., Indiana, USA

24 Mar 1920: Appears in 1920 US Census for Madison Twp., Morgan Co., Indiana, USA

1930: Appears in 1930 US Census for Norwood, Hamilton Co., Ohio, USA (4106 Forest Ave) (Sprayer/Furniture Company)

Btw 1930 & 1977: Married to Vivian Frances Cobb

3 Mar 1977: Death of wife, Vivian Frances Rike, in Bell, Los Angeles Co., California, USA

9 Jul 1991: Died in Martinsville, Morgan Co., Indiana, USA

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With our appetizer out of the way,
the waiter offered to take our order.
“A Thinking Hospital for me, and
the Lord will have a Razor and Twine.”

As he backed his way into the kitchen,
I thought of when I hiked across
the deserts of Pangaea, expecting
to be eaten; and how the universe

is one blind, insatiable chemical
reaction, the formula of which
is hunger; and why some snake
devoured its own tail or pale-skinned

humans ate the New World whole.

As my attention returned to our moment,
you had received and cut your twine, making
little nooses for the patients in my hospital.
I suggested that, perhaps, we should say grace,

but that was just my lost argot
getting the better of me again.

With the hope of universal truth summarily dispatched, all that was left was a plurality of local truths.  The absolute conceded to the relative, and the human impulse for exploration was distracted from the heavens by what was underneath the unturned stones at its feet.  In either view, whether heavenly or earthly in perspective, humanity had overlooked the most important feature of orientation - the horizon.

Humanity tends to take a throw-out-the-baby-with-the-bathwater approach to most things.  The synthesis of two extremes is rarely an accomplishment it can claim.  Existence is either meaningful or meaningless, either familiar or alien, either hopeful or desperate.  Realizing that we may not be able to know everything, we have chosen it as our lot to know nothing.  Having the equipment for knowledge but choosing ignorance has led us into a labyrinth of paradox and tautological dead-endings.  In short, we have lost our way.

Now I will be the first to admit that I am postmodern to the core.  Postmodernism has influenced and informed my life in a multitude of ways.  It has shaped my deeply rooted agnostic approach to the world, in which I question everything and accept nothing until it meets a rigorous standard of verity.  I question everything to the point of compulsiveness.  Yet, while consumed with this obsessive tendentiousness to doubt, I have refused to restrict my gaze from that which lies beyond my experience or knowledge.  I have chosen to continue looking outward.  I refuse to accept that a unit of anything lacks meaning outside of itself, whether it be a text, a theory, or a flower.  I abjure solipsism.

No matter how far we can reduce an entity of any kind to its most essential elements, that entity remains a symbiotic part of a system much larger than itself.  A human being can be reduced to atomic particles, but those particles are not a human being.  It is their specific organization and relation to one another, in the forming of atoms, elements, chemicals, molecules, cells, tissues, organs, and systems of organs, which ultimately comprise a human being.  Furthermore, the human being is nothing without the air she breathes, the earth upon which she walks, the teeming throng of other species with which she shares her earth, and the cosmic radiation within which that earth bathes.  Ultimately, we are the stuff of the stars, and the stars are us.

The point is that nothing exists without something else.  Cause and effect are real.  Context is real.  Though we can not yet comprehend causality and context in their totality, it does not follow that they are not there or not worth exploring.  It is in the grand, contextual web of all things in which we can and will find meaning.  It simply won't be the meaning which we had anticipated.

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1. Edward O. Wilson, Consilience, p. 47

        the all-knowing and diligent,

          and rode off into the flaming house.

Let the skein of water, swelling, enreeling,
      lure each into the other's dream,
            from whence we fish emerge to devour
           one the other

  on some fernid, Devonian beach.