Kedoshim: The Ungleaning
In the Holiness Code, it is said that you must not reap all
the way to the ends of your field. Leave space for the poor,
the migrant: I am the Lord. In the Theory of Communicative
Action, it is said that you must not rationalize the lifeworld.
Leave space for the local indigenous: I am Jürgen Habermas.
This much is required. The rabbis of epistemology inquired:
Does this hold for kitchen gardens, unholy orchards & sacred
grains of forbidden knowledge? Must we raise Hyperion’s
lanterns to the monsters that loom at the edges of the map?
Or the boundaries of Morpheus’ domain? What of poetry
that slips nets as eyes open from bouts of horror, illusion,
or some mother dream of Freud’s? And what of the corner
of the English garden where Hayek & Polanyi gather for tea?
Must we leave room for wild random chance or discrete
knowledge of entrepreneurs? Is that why the symbolic halts
before Žižek’s field runs out? Who knows what muses hide
in Nix’s shadows, only to disappear when Eos breaks.
When all that field is gleaned, have we robbed Karl the