Work Yet To Be Done

Commonplace Capers, No. 08

In his fascinating study of gardening, “Second Nature,” Michael Pollen proposes that our incessant fiddling with the soil and the plants is inherent to our species, not just as culture, but as an evolutionary survival strategy, one that has worked in our favor.

Of course, this incessant fiddling tendency of ours can be also linked to the horrific impacts our species is having on the planet. Is a bomb nothing but a gardening tool? (Pollen does not propose this, I do).

The impacts of the world wars last century on the landscape are a fascinating study waiting to be published, unless I missed it.

And our carbon discharge every time we drive to the store, is it not but an unconscious fumigation technique gone awry.

Man will never be above nature. Man is nothing but nature. Nature has little need of man.

Something You Said

Let’s pretend this all started

with the comment

about the damn eggs.

The price of eggs these days!

Can that really just be inflation?

Turns out that demand is up

and supply, blame it on

the avian flu, is down.

Maybe the banks

conspired with

the insurance companies

to squeeze

another thirty cents

from every dozen

we buy.

Are they selling the farmers

coverage for cracked eggs?

Maybe this electric

trip wire of insecurity

has nothing to do with eggs

at all, but a harbinger

of disease or worse.

Let’s imagine it is not

I’m feeling lost,

lacking in clear direction,

as Jerry so sweetly

sang to Althea.

What would Sekhmet say?

When pondering the cataclysmic loss of biodiversity, the rapid increase in climate related weather catastrophes, and the threats posed by emerging pandemic cycles, our general malaise would indicate that our cultural forms, which typically place humanity at the center of creation, fail to have access to the resources and creativity needed to generate a new path forward.

Will more computation power and data collection bring about innovative solutions? Or will those answers emerge from the dark depths of our collective inheritance. As Jung would put it, the earth has a soul.

I wonder, “what would Sekhmet say?”