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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Only Human

"Nothing that is Human is Alien to Me"
What does it mean to be human?  Defining 'human' and what constitutes humanity is a central theme of a great deal of literature. I've been digging through a variety of Buddhist, Theosophist, Rosicrucian and other manuscripts for a while now, and so for a slight change of pace I thought that I'd see what an atheist thought on this matter. If you plug in "Defining Human" into Google, you'll find a LOT of alternatives if you dislike the following quote:
"The present limits of our concept of humankind are not obvious and not universal. They have been attained as the product of a long, hard struggle in the Western world to find a way of understanding humanity which embraces communities formerly excluded by racism and ethnocentrism, while insisting on a clear distinction between humans and non-humans."
by Felipe Fernandez-Armesto
No, that doesn't define human, but it states the problem we run into when we attempt to define humanity and the guy does it really well, or so I thought. It's a thorny issue, and one that is increasingly getting serious scrutiny as all sorts of legalities will be getting dragged into the mix as technology ramps up and we start seeing the benefits and after-shocks of the Human Genome Project and other, similar endeavors that are bringing us all sorts of ways to discriminate against people that our ancestors couldn't have even imagined possible.  But apart from the fairly low-level stuff like insurance companies rejecting or dropping people based upon their genetic pre-disposition to various health risks, just wait until we get such fun stuff as home-cloning kits.  We already are wrestling with the ethical, moral and legal ramifications of products derived from human tissues -- and the questions of who can patent/own such things and whether or not doing so is slavery, child abuse, or an abomination that must be stopped at all costs...or another aspect of progress (with a capital P), technological development that has transcended the boundaries of conventional human experience, and just the tip of the whole biological remodelling-renaissance awaiting us on the otherside of the Singularity. This is some serious stuff.  In fact the struggle to define humanity is at the very crux and heart of the emerging culture war between the semi-new religion of Science/Technology (the church of the singularity?) and the established/traditional faiths. Forget Conservatives versus Liberals; this fight will be much more interesting, and potentially far more lively, active and extreme. In fact the only thing that will likely get even more heated will be the debate over artificial intelligence and what Hugo de Garis calls Artilects, such as he details in his book The Artilect War.

So defining humanity going forwards will be just as messy as it always has been in the past, and it is extremely likely that the process is going to be a stressful, potentially militant/violent process that will have at least two major influences on the outcome rooted in technology and our response/reaction to them. Cool. Drama, conflict, tension and the swelter of ideas and beliefs that come from this will drive loads of good soap opera-esque fiction where people work out the various fears, fallacies and radical truths that come part and parcel with the new technology, just like how folks worked out the whole end-of-life issue. Oops. Guess we'll have to settle that one as well. What will happen if a person is brought back from death by way of some sort of AI-based personality recording--are they still the same person with all attendant rights, or something else, something lesser/other? Man oh man do we ever have a lot of stuff to sort out, and I haven't even mentioned the implications of nanotechnology or eugenics yet.

"What's the future of mankind?  How do I know?  I got left behind."
I Don't Know, Ozzy
Humans currently delude themselves into believing the Victorian foolishness that we somehow dominate the world, which is utter bullshit.  We impose our culturally-mandated will upon the world based upon our politics, religions, technologies and economies, but the world responds, reacts and often lashes back.  Consider the last few hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis, and out-of-control fires that have been in the news in the last few months.  Humans had to fight like heck just to survive, escape or get things back to some semblance of normality in some pretty harsh circumstances, and in some cases things still aren't back to normal and may well never be.  Like it or not, Nature can sometimes veto our grand designs.

When you look at things outside the blinders of the 'Humans Rule' creed, you'll notice that our cities are extremely susceptible to environmental backlashes like flooding, earthquakes, mudslides, forest fires and so on and so forth.  Nature Rules.  At least for now.  Just think of how something as small and insignificant as a virus can play havoc with modern society--remember H1N1 or Avian Flu?  Viruses kick our collective butts more often than we'd like to admit or even think about.  But I'm not a fan of viruses.  Bacteria are more interesting.  Bacteria outnumber and inhabit and consume all living things on this planet and they also have a greater range of biomes they can inhabit to boot.  Plus they are older than we are.  They will survive any nuclear war we care to extinctify ourselves with and they are already colonizing the solar system (probably).  They may even have a form of collective intelligence/sentience.  We don't know if bacterial colonies can think or not.  Those giant mats off the coast of South America might be dreaming of shining flying purple wolfhounds, but we'd never know it, unless we listened to Jon Anderson, of course.   But that does not make them superior to humans, unless you want to strictly measure population, diversity, longevity...oh...it does get kind of one-sided, doesn't it?   The notion of bacterial intelligence is intriguing to me and I expect it to rear its amorphous faceless head in Riskail shortly.  But how will such things interact with humanity?  How will they challenge/change our definitions of human?  Then there is the matter of mycelial networks...thinking 'shrooms.  But mushrooms are not just for hippies anymore.  Check this out:




As if thinking goo or talking toadstools wasn't bad enough.  And it wasn't.  Consider this; both bacteria and fungi can colonize and infect human hosts.  If they are capable of intelligence, the infection could either extend their networked sentience into human bodies which are then used as vehicles, or maybe, just maybe the infection can bring about a bridge-event where they become able to communicate with us via their infected/enslaved hosts/ambassadors.  Just imagine bacterial colonies with PR staff and voting rights.  The mind reels.  But then Clades are very similar to the bacterial colonies in many important respects, and maybe the bacterial consciousness(es) will make themselves known through the various clades.  Each clade being derived from a central template-profile, each member of the clade being directly related to all other members of the clade has a lot in common with a bacterial colony.  Maybe they'll be in cahoots with one another, or secretly opposed to each others' nefarious plans, or locked in a bitter struggle for dominance with the human genome as their battlefield.  Could be a cool movie in there, and maybe Shatner might make a cameo.

Humans are already colonized by bacteria.  We are their hosts and their vehicles, and making the leap of having intelligent bacteria driving a body instead of the native human software isn't that much of a leap at all.  They could be out there even now, amongst us, unsuspected and working their weird wills upon the world looking like one of us.

Maybe we need more etheogenists out there trying to open up lines of communication before the mycological empire decides to eliminate us with tailored toxins.  Thanks to Stamet, I've been really digging into the information available on mushrooms and it is mind-boggling to say the least.  In Riskail there are mycelial colony-towers, fungal cysts, deliberately maintained old growth forests, and a dozen different varieties of fungal-descended hominids, some of which are more than partially human.  Some humans are likewise not colonized so much as hybridized with mycelial-derived genes such as the spore-nymphs.

But that goes well past uncomfortable through weird and on into stuff that doesn't even go half as far as Stamet is talking about doing in real life at his site.  Lovecraft has nothing on this guy, and his ideas are simply amazing -- and he may well end up changing the world in ways that nobody saw coming prior to him.

Maybe I should have started with the insects.  They outnumber us too, and they're also more diverse in over-all terms (collectively) but less well distributed and they really suck in terms of longevity and over-all GDP.  But that is now.  What will happen when someone designs modified bugs with enhanced brain-power, or when we decide to upgrade our pets with implantable PDA-esque chips, or some other, similar scenario?  Ever see the movie Them?  How about H. G. Wells' Empire of the Ants?  Telepathic Tyrant-Ants who enslave people?  Cool.  Those will make it into Riskail, definitely.  Ever hear of The Giant Spider Invasion?  Lame, but the little rolly-balls that crack open to release mutant spiders--that's a priceless gimmick.  Then there's Kingdom of the Spiders (with Shatner!) which promises that your nightmares will never be the same.  Yeah.  Well, maybe not so much.  Spider Labyrinth has some seriously creepy stuff going on but it quickly descends into WWE-level violence as burlesque.  The spider crawling back into the arm was very icky and will also make it into Riskail when I introduce the arachnohosts and the huskivite egg-tender cultists.

Insects make excellent cops and even better villains.  So do bureaucracies.  Insect-bureaucracies are incredibly frightening.  Humans with insect/arachnid/crustaceal attributes are incredibly old tropes; before Ditko sketched the first rendering of Spiderman there was Khepri, an ancient Egyptian deity with the head of a beetle.  Ever see Mimic

Unless you grow all of your own stuff on a hermetically-sealed asteroid farm, you already eat genetically modified food or foodstuffs that are tainted by them thanks to Big Agri-Business.  It's not a conspiracy theory, just a fact of modern life.  In many ways it's just the logical outcome of developing better breeding methods for livestock or Brother Mendel's experiments with pea plants.  We live in a time of technology that surpasses quite a bit of the prognostications of old science fiction and it's only getting warmed-up.  Change is accelerating.  So is stress.  The so-called Singularity, much like Mr. Hoover's  Greenspan's Bernanke's Prosperity, is supposedly just around the corner.  Even if it is, (whatever it winds up being), we probably won't recognize it until we're on the otherside looking back and academics are arguing over the semantics of the transition's description for the sake of the histories that they'll be composing for posterity or as part of a pernicious and venal info-war being waged over the ownership of the past.  So things will not have necessarily changed that much at least.  I won't even go into what happens if the singularity fails or stalls-out, though Vernor Vinge already has.

It's easy to see why so many people would prefer to go back to a supposedly 'simpler' time.  The
utopian impulse is nothing new.  Thomas Moore didn't invent it, he just wrote a book about it and got blamed for it ever afterwards.  Even Plato bitched about the disrespectful slacker-kids in his day in the Republic.  But all in all, there never were 'simpler' times, they were differently complicated and just as soap opera-esque as any period of human civilization.  If anything soap operas are what most of history revolves around; scandals, who's sleeping with whom, miscommunication, deceit, underhanded acts of emotional betrayal and sabotage, lies, damn lies, and so on.  One of the best ways to appreciate ancient Rome is to watch the BBC adaptation of Robert Graves'masterpiece of historical soap opera: I, Claudius.  There's more history oozing from Graves' work of fiction than some textbooks manage to deliver and it has Brian Blessed, Derek Jacobi, some guy named Patrick Stewart and the impossible to forget Sian Phillips as Livia.  Plus John Hurt as Caligula.  Oh just go watch the thing already!  If that doesn't get you interested in history, nothing will.  Two thousand years ago, give or take a few decades, and Claudius' Rome doesn't seem oh so simple after all, does it?

Imperial Rome, Big Business, Genetically-Modified Organisms, the Singularity, Nature flipping us the bird, extinctions, migrations, bacteria, Soap Operas, plagues: what does all that have to do with humans, the matter of races and sentient species in
Riskail?  Plenty.

The Human Descended include a variety of Ethnocentric Clans, Technocentric Clades and Biocentric Tribes as well as pseudo-nationalist Dynastic Groups and Lineages that merge and splinter to form the various minor and major Houses.  The affluent and prosperous Families form cliques and in time can gain standing as Nobles who form Lineages and Dynasties.  The less fortunate Families become Craftsfamilies if they join the Guilds and devote themselves to specific arts, crafts or technologies.  Others join the Unions and take up the tasks of maintaining and attending to civilization and society both in terms of the work of establishing culture, creating knowledge and defining, interpreting and critiquing all that is known.  At the bottom end of things are the faceless proletariat, people who occupy such a dim and distant position to those at the height of power that they register only as brownish-gray hazy smudges unless their social superiors actually make an effort to observe them.

Riskail is a classist society.  Not rigidly so, but definitely everyone has their place and it is a matter of public record.  Your allegiances and affiliations are socially obvious, unless one takes great pains to occlude the truth or develop a layer of obfuscation or misdirection, or one purchases privacy at great (exorbitant) expense.  Secret societies and sects have developed numerous ingenius ways to hide in plain sight, or to cloak their true identities by infiltrating other, more acceptable and agreeable cliques or groups.  For all of the quick and easy open access to such information, it doesn't tell much that is truly useful.  Discredited political orthodoxies linger on amongst students on campuses across Riskail, but mostly as affectations and extracurricular cliques, rarely as anything serious beyond the occasional art-riot or protest-party.  Factions transcend biology, being open even unto Abstract Intelligences and in some few cases there are Factions more powerful than some Houses.

There are 12 Ascendent Houses and 12 Descendent Houses, each one of which has its armorial insignia arranged in sequence around the circumference of the face of the Great Clock.  Every House has its hour either of the Day or the Night.  The Descendent Houses were once the Great Powers of Riskail, occupying the massive arcology-mansions along the First Tier, but they have since been supplanted by the Ascendent Houses which are not exclusively parochially-tied to Riskail.  Thus it is that the older Houses of Riskail are eager to find some way to reclaim or regain their former glories, often engaging in risky ventures, subsidizing voyages of exploration, or supporting Mad Wizards or Insane Geniuses in the hopes of gaining an edge, an advantage, or an opportunity.  The Houses encompass both mercantile and corporate interests, and no corporation operates in Riskail that doesn't have patronage from one of the Houses.  The Nobility have their various ranks and titles based upon the lands they manage and/or the followers that they lead either through tyrannical or other means.  The accountant-heralds who register such things make no distinction beyond known and verifiable quantities and they do not judge the quality of such things as it is not their place.

Social Status and ones' Social Class is not so much fixed as firm. It can be modified and even transcended through merit, distinction, largesse from a Patron, or escaped from via elevation earned through various forms of service, bribes, achievement, blackmail, contractual arrangements, marriage, inheritance, bequests from philanthropic-types, or other means. It is a much cherished notion, myth and enduring bit of folklore that even one born amongst the lowest of the low can rise above the mob to become great and powerful. Genes can be augmented, modified, enhanced or even replaced when needed or desirable. All attributes can be improved upon or refined via implants, surgery or other adjuncts either machine-wise or organically, even psychically in some cases. Death itself is not a barrier to personal accomplishment as the Helical Cathedraes provide eventual rebirth and recovery for even the poorest of the citizenry who cannot afford a more prestigious form of reincarnation.  And of course the Necrosophics are always an option as well, should one wish to shed this mortal coil and go off into the deep blackness of the void-between-worlds.

The underclasses aren't just economically disadvantaged, in many cases they are entirely other races or species including varieties of Urfolk, Drones, Androids, Biocastes, Registered Hybrids and the Animal Descended.  Many of the servants who are not machine-derived are genetically designed and engineered to serve in their tasks, duties or roles.  This includes a wide array of clone-slaves, pod-born, vitroids, militarized paramanity, and ornamental humanoids such as the Solmiri, Kashurri and Treen.  Dronecops are bred from registered lineages of wasp and hornet-derived templates established millennia ago as ruthlessly reliable peace-keeping forces.  Urfolk are those Animal-Descendent peoples who have been able to develop their own cultures and to find some place in the greater scheme of things such as the goatling sherpas of Immakku or the Lutrin river-tenders or the various avials, saurials or weirder forms like the milicae or loricae descended from human-millipede hybrids. 


What is human and what is not becomes harder and harder to answer and after a while you have to wonder if the matter of sentience and the capacity for thought is a separate issue and needs to be broken-out from the whole human question.  Where do machines fit into this mix?
"The fact is, that civilisation requires slaves. The Greeks were quite right there. Unless there are slaves to do the ugly, horrible, uninteresting work, culture and contemplation become almost impossible. Human slavery is wrong, insecure, and demoralizing. On mechanical slavery, on the slavery of the machine, the future of the world depends."
OSCAR WILDE
The Machine Descended form Abstract Collogues (collective simultaneous dialogues amongst closed-loop AI networks), and Materialist Robotic Enclaves, often with cyborg interface-races to act as go-betweens and envoys betwixt the biologicals and the mechanicals, the abstract and the manifest. The Drem serve no one -- not even themselves. The Vokad are a hyper-obsessed technological-materialist faction of autonomous robots who are so caught-up within their own frame of reference that they no longer consider humanity to be of any concern, often overwriting or obliterating or annexing huge swaths of human-occupied matter with no regard for the consequences. The Nhlorul are colonizing communities of nanological hybridized swarm-sentience that discretely occupy various and sundry voluntary host organisms, but what they are hiding from is unclear. The Jeheen are immaculately sculpted and designed synthetic humanoids who serve as vectors for a vast array of Abstract Consciousness who move, act and speak through them when they desire to deal with slowmanity. But those are the more visible, more articulate forms of the Machine Descended, those who interact or respond to humanity as equals, superiors or competitors. Far more numerous are the masses of unnamed and unknown machines that make up the Infrastructure, the systems that keep the gates open and the meta-scale public amenities such as the River Senube running, or the machines who occupy the matrix underneath the aesthetically variable cobblestones of the very roads and walkways of the cities of Riskail and maintain and repair them continually, perpetually, eternally.


I guess that defining humanity is going to have to be worked out as part of the overall setting and not be some sort of gimme.  Using the mechanics of a game to work out the answer could be fun.  It certainly is a central theme of a good deal of fiction and non-fiction as well.  I'm certainly not going to answer the question definitively any time soon, especially as we learn more about the way matter functions on the below-nano scale, mycelial networks, nature's extremophiles, and all sorts of other stuff that we're only just now getting around to perceiving let alone studying.  Any definition for what constitutes humanity will just have to get worked out though the fiction and the game and maybe that's okay.

Nothing New Under The Sun?

This morning, as I was sipping some coffee and looking over the mounds of electronic trash that our provider thoughtfully shovels to us each morning I found this little gem -- Archaeologists in Egypt have discovered 14 tombs of a type that they have never seen before.  The Video that I saw is here.  I also found a nice article (with very good photos) here

As I started to dig into the news surrounding this new find, I discovered a fun PDF from the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston regarding Egyptology which you can grab here.  There's also a PDF from the British Museum here.  If you are interested, there is a nice list of the tombs in the Valley of Kings here.  There's also a nice hand-out for a Yale University course in Egyptology here.  And here is a little more ammunition for discounting the myth(s) surrounding who really did build the Pyramids, and no, it wasn't aliens and it wasn't slaves, either -- it was most likely a Union Job.

Before I got too distracted, I also found this article on a joint Egyptian-Dominican Republic Archaeology mission to Posiris/Abu Sir and another piece here that turned out to be something else but which led back to Dr. Hawass.  So I went over to Dr. Zahi Hawass' personal site.  Dr. Hawass is the Elvis of Egyptology, a real-life Indiana Jones, the Undersecretary of the State for the Giza Monuments, and sure enough he had details on this new find just as I expected.  Dr. Hawass is the go-to guy for all things Ancient Egypt.  He's not only a rockstar of a scientist, he is the current and undisputed world heavyweight champion of full-contact Egyptology.

So what's up with all this stuff about Ancient Egypt?  Besides having been a life-long interest of mine, Egypt is one of the real-world places that I've been looking to for inspiration in terms of how to handle the implications of the whole Chakra-to-Attribute sub-project.  They have a wide variety of tombs, and as I develop the High Tombs of Yuddoth for Riskail, I want to incorporate some more versimilitude into things.  Also mummies are cool.  So are Scarabs (especially as a possible player race option).  And then there is the little matter of the rivers that flow into Devukarsha via the Twelve River Gates that form the cascading waterfall of the River Senube.  Each of those twelve rivers flow into the Senube's headwater-basin from another world.  But those rivers aren't just the waters flowing from one world to another, oh no; each of these rivers has their own networks of river-gates leading back across hundreds (in some cases thousands) of worlds, all of which are interconnected into one incredibly complex ecosystem encapsulating worlds without end, at least according to the prevailing public viewpoint.

The Ninth River cascades from its massive pylon-flanked gate from Thebu-Amur which in turn flows back to the pylon-flanked gate to Khefnum which flows back to Ntalat and on back to Rhakishu and to Djefbek and onwards and ever backwards through countless worlds to Siret iteself.  Siret is the main seat and legend-shrouded core-world for the numerous subsidiary, splintered and sequentially-segmented cultures that dominate the banks of their shared river that all the ancient records claim connects back to the very Nile itself.  Certain banned and censored scrolls dare to whisper subversively that anyone daring enough or auspiciously guided by the gods themselves just might be able to make it back to Old Earth by following the river backwards to its source.  Several such attempts have been recorded, none have returned.  Most people don't think it's a worthwhile endeavor.  The media are reluctant to cover such attempts as they tend to be utter wastes of time.  The Teeth of Xobek, sharp rocks jutting out of the river like black crocodile teeth, make the passage backwards treacherous, dangerous and incredibly difficult and they only become more numerous, and some say aggressive, the farther back one goes.  Even mentioning a previous attempt gets people uneasy, making the more pious perform various apotropaic gestures and stirring-up bad auspices for those around anyone so crass as to raise such an uncomfortable subject to the light of day like a corpse disinterred by tomb-thieves.  It is considered very bad form, poor manners and a terribly vulgar thing to do in public.  There is also the matter of the plagues that have come down along the river from whatever lies before Siret, terrible plagues that have lain waste to several once-elegant metropolises that now stand as barren and deserted ruins and grim monuments no one will visit for fear of the hideous death that awaits anyone foolish enough to expose themselves to the plague-phorms.  To speak of what lies before Siret is to invoke plague, pestilence and a wasting death.  It just is not done.

And this does not even cover the amiteret (leopardpotamus-crocodile hybridized hominids who ritually remove the hearts of their foes in order to prove their fearsomeness in combat), the amaunetiri (horned and plumed snake-things that willfully and purposefully flood the river unless placated through sacrifice or bribery) , babadru (nasty and all too intelligent baboon-things),  mutontu (wicked harpy-ish vulture-falcon war-forms) or the other feral and vicious creatures who prey upon the unfortunate, the ill-advised and unprepared.

In time, as such things are wont to do, the plagues passed and life returned to some semblance of normality for the survivors.  The river-gates remained open, the Siret-Nile flowed onwards and the once Great Houses of Siret-Nile became a memory, a myth and a cautionary tale told to the young who grow a bit too brash or cocky in their youth.  There are still numerous Dynasties along the Siret-Nile, immortal emperors and philosopher-pharaohs who rule over great and shining city-states along the banks of the river or who maintain roads and canals that let their people access the river from behind fortified citadels where autoi and chitoi servitors stand vigilant and ever watchful for the next black barge, the next plagueship orginating from one of the dark and deadly plague-ravaged worlds that lie out before Siret itself, past the Teeth of Xobek, where no one sane willingly goes and no one has ever returned.
"Out of our... lineage, minds will spring, that will reach back to us in our littleness to know us better than we know ourselves. A day will come, one day in the unending succession of days, when beings, beings who are now latent in our thoughts and hidden in our loins, shall stand upon this Earth as one stands upon a footstool, and shall laugh and reach out their hands amidst the stars."H.G. Wells
The Discovery of the Future (1902)
Along the lush and fertile banks of the Siret-Nile are numerous Dynastic Enclaves founded upon the various Successors, Inheritors, and other bio-sects that have descended from the Nine Great Houses of Siret-Nile, each of which was founded in antiquity by a collective of biomantrists who had acquired, each in their own ways, the gene-profiles and lineages of every known and recovered potentate and noble from the myriad dynasties of Egypt's glorious days in the Deep Past.  Each of the Great Houses of Siret used these gene-profiles in their own ways both aesthetically and reproductively to recreate ancient lineages or to form fresh new combinations that partook of both the ancient past and the living present.  For decades the Great Houses of Siret-Nile busied themselves with developing their gene-based arts and building their carefully designed societies, each one following the river through the various gates along its banks to their own private worlds where they each set themselves up as allied techno-satraps and divine-emperors, philosopher-kings and pharaohs.  A golden age ensued and the Great Houses of Siret-Nile fell prey to the principle of diffusion.  They allowed their numbers to spread out, to scatter amongst the worlds along the various branches of the river-gates that in time they had little in common with one another and even less interaction.  Then the plagueships came down the river.  Whole megapoli were robbed of their incarnate populations in the space of mere weeks or even days.  The Great Houses fell into chaos, fear and turmoil.  Demagogues and warlords arose from amongst the decimated populations and the virts as well, each promulgating a program of violence or extermination, either seeking to conquer the domains left bereft of their kindred or setting off across the unknown regions of their respective worlds to settle far, far away from the river that had once been the very core and spine of their collective civilization.  Many city-states fell to the plagues, even more were ruined in pointless internecine warfare or rioting or bizarre religious ecstasies rooted in the most primal reaches of the human psyche that so many of the Great Houses had thought they had evolved beyond.  

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Poe

Edgar Allan Poe.  Yes, I sort-of talked about Poe previously in the Public Domain Resources For Your Game post here, but Poe deserves more, much more than a quick paragraph and a link to his work out on the net.  He was an incredibly gifted writer, original thinker, and man of many talents who is still surrounded by mystery, mythology and misunderstanding after over 200 years.  People still read his works, his poetry is still sublime, disturbing, macabre and yet beautiful and moving (consider Ulalume, Annabel Lee, or Ligeia /Conqueror Worm for three quick examples of something other than The Raven).  Poe is one of the few poets whom I do not recommend reading in a Shatner-voice, but rather more of a Max Von Sydow kind of rumble works wonderfully.  Or you could scream it out like death metal, if that's more your thing.  Whatever and however you read it, his work is well worth investigating and since there are quite a few places online that will let you grab it for free, why not give the guy a chance?  You can go ahead and skip the poetry, the out-of-date literary criticism, his one play, even the work that he considered to be his literary magnum opus Eureka! (now in Free or Scholarly Tome flavors) and just dive into the short stories he is so well-remembered for.

Free Works of Edgar Allan Poe Online
EAPOE
Poe's Stuff at the English Department at The University of Virginia
Poe at Online Literature
Poe at eServer
Poe's Poetry (A Complete Collection, they say...just in case you decide to test out the poetry after all)
Poestories
Read Book Online
and there are dozens more such sites out there for anyone wanting to Google Poe.

My (personal) top three short stories by Poe are: The Murders in the Rue Morgue, The Masque of the Red Death, and The Cask of Amontillado, though I like The Gold Bug quite a bit as well, in a cryptic sort of way.  But don't let me rail-road you into anything; there are quite a few other stories to sample and explore, and The Tell-Tale Heart is not to be overlooked, despite having be re-told so many times that you can probably recite the majority of the story off the top of your head.  Poe wrote a lot more than just The Raven, and as cool as that piece is, you're doing yourself a disservice if that's the only bit of Poe's work that you've bothered to read or watch (Vincent Price's dramatic reading or Roger Corman's movie.)

You can now watch Poe narrating The Raven at Youtube, or perhaps you'd prefer to hear Christopher Walken read it to you, or maybe you'd rather hear James Earl Jones perform The Raven, and if you want to waste invest a few hours, you can find quite a few other dramatic recitations of this super-famous poem.  I actually prefer Sydney Greenstreet's presentation of The Cask of Amontillado, but then I've always been a big fan of Casablanca, the Bogart-version of The Maltese Falcon, and any other movie that has Greenstreet in it.  Long Live The Fat Man!
Imagine Sam Spade striding into Rick's Cafe Americain in Casablanca as he is tracking down a missing person, what should have been a simple case and an easy couple of bucks, only to learn that the guy was walled-up in the basement by the owner in order to settle an argument over some dame.  Too bad he arrived just as the place was quarantined as Ugatti fell dead at his feet, covered in the characteristic red splotches of the plague sweeping through North Africa after a mysterious incident involving a crashed Nazi UFO...and it just gets more twisted and weird the longer it goes on with a shoggoth in the drains, some washed-up opera singer sitting ominously in the corner behind his leather mask (they say he has ties to the Underground), and the revivified corpse of the Marquis deSade who was arrested while parading about in the souk only this morning--he was babbling something about mesmerism and some Bohemian doktor whom he alledged was conducting unholy experiments that made even Mengele uncomfortable.
Cool.  Poe is a perfect fit for bringing the Weird into the Noir, and how can you go wrong with adding-in bizarre fringe science and conspiracy theories?  It just gets better the more you stir things together, like making a delicious stew or chili in my new crock pot.

"When I write stories, Edgar Allan Poe is my model."
- H.P. Lovecraft

You could do much worse than lift a few things here and there from Edgar Allan Poe.  But there is no need to just rip the guy off, even if his work is in the Public Domain and free and there's nothing stopping you from doing just that.  Just because you can, doesn't always mean that you should.  And with Poe in particular, there is a lot of inspiration lurking just behind those darksome and melancholic words, inspiration, imagination and tons of atmosphere and style.  The more I have dug into Poe's work, the more and more I see his influence all over the place, beyond anything that I had ever imagined back when we were required to read his stuff in High School English class.  Lovecraft wasn't the only big-name author who was inspired by Poe, but he was one of the more honest ones to admit his debt to the brooding genius from Baltimore.  Poe even wrote an essay on The Philosophy of Composition which has had no small influence on a wide range of authors, including a certain Marxist auteur of the Weird you might have heard of by the name of China Mieville.  If you haven't read Perdido Street Station yet, you might want to give it a try.  That book and The Scar are both very good.  Mieville is one of those modern authors who really gets how to loot the good stuff from out of the older works of people like Poe and transmute it into some serious literary gold.  He's a tremendously talented guy who makes his fiction fun despite the literary aura that surrounds his stuff, lest it descend into the murksome depths of mere genre fiction.  I'm looking forward to Kraken.

So yes, I am definitely a fan of Mieville's literary work, but it is Edgar Allan Poe with whom I find a great deal of commiseration and inspiration and from whom I started exploring many of the notions and ideas that have since coalesced into Riskail.   In some ways Mieville is too modern for me, if that makes any sense.  I prefer the old stuff like Poe, Dumas and Haggard.  I can and do enjoy his stuff, but I find more inspiration from the forgotten, overlooked and neglected works that he too is reading, enjoying and mining in his own way.  I guess that's something that we both have in common, for whatever that might be worth.  When I read Poe or Haggard, Hammett or Welles, I find myself getting ideas of how to use their ideas, how to go them one better or to turn their ideas around -- to begin toying and playing with their concepts and conceits and see what I can come up with to either meet or exceed them if possible.  It's a fun game, digging into the sources of inspiration, not the work itself, and to see what you can do with the kernel that they worked from perviously.  In some ways it is like going back to the original scribble that they started with and seeing what you can do with it from here and now, not recreating their already existing work, but seeing what new stuff can be wrung out of the little chunk of wonderful-stuff at the core of those old stories, the notions that set things into motion.  Even something as simple as inverting the premise can be fun to explore or one can re-examine the assumptions that someone like Poe made like in Eureka! and in spotting where he went 'wrong' in terms of his science, coming up with either a fresh take on the idea(s) in question or going off on a tangent that explains things differently in light of prevailing, modern science just like he would have done himself, were he able.

Poe was a big believer in science and he worked a great deal of what once was cutting edge scientific theory or conjecture, and sometimes flaky-fringey pseudo-science as well, into quite a few of his tales.  Like how he dealt with mesmerism in The Case of M. Valdemar, or consider this quote from Manuscript Found in a Bottle:

“To conceive the horror of my sensations is, I presume, utterly impossible --yet a curiosity to penetrate the mysteries of these awful regions predominates even over my despair, and will reconcile me to the most hideous aspect of death. It is evident that we are hurrying onwards to some exciting knowledge --some never-to-be-imparted secret, whose attainment is destruction.”

Wow.  No wonder Lovecraft rated the guy so highly.  He could make a whirlpool seem cosmically ominous.  Not bad for the guy who once stated that he wished he could write as mysterious as a cat.

Or consider this quote that I've lifted from the Introduction to the Penguin Classics edition of The Science Fiction of Edgar Allan Poe edited by Professor Harold Beaver:

"Electro-chemistry dominated the early nineteenth century, Galvani and Watt, Volta and Ohm, Ampere, Bunsen, Morse -- its pioneers embedded their very names into the language.  Sir Humphrey Davy's researches led to the isolation of potassium and sodium in 1807; of calcium, barium, boron, magnesium and strontium in 1808.  His assistant Michael Faraday discovered electromagnetic induction and developed the first dynamo.  It was the age of voltaic cells, electrodes, Leyden jars, piles, conductors, ions, insulation, electric circuits, batteries, generators, dynamos, condensers, galvanometers.  The fundamental nature of all matter, it became apparent, was electrical."
Cool stuff.  Reading through this book has made a firm connection in my mind between Poe and Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.  Poe is regarded by many to have been the father of Science Fiction as well as the Mystery novel.  Reading his more scientifically-oriented romances, especially The Balloon Hoax, the claim makes good sense to me.
I've barely scratched the surface, so here are some more links for you, if you're inclined to learn more about Mister Poe:

Finally, for now, I leave you with Matthew Pearl, another one of those Literary Authors who manages to make his work interesting and not boring while staying literary, who has delivered Mysterious Forevermore in which Poe's mysterious demise forms a central theme.  This is the guy who wrote The Dante Club, so it is probably worth checking out.  You can find Missing Chapters to The Dante Club here.
Two Awesome Poe-Quotes:
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."
&
"I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it."
Edgar Allan Poe