This is blueprint for my ecoblogazene, a form of one author magazine, hoping to feature more than my personal ramblings as it develops, A blog should be more efficient than this website form and I'll be writing here and at http//:thebiosquare.weebly.com from now on, until the best form gels and I buy a domain name. The 'bio' in the name I chose for obvious reasons. It comes from the Greek word for life. Square I chose because sphere was taken, it sounds like sphere but isn't, and is also less metaphorically tired in combination with bio and blogo, and so forth. Sphere connotes the natural world and the shape of the earth, as well as an ephemeral bubble, but square is more frequently the shape of something humans have built, its three dimensional form, cube, is rather unfortunately occupied by game shows, leaving the label for human manufacture of a more earthy nature bound nature the square. Its real, as I cannot pretend to be the creator of the 'natural'. The garden plot is square, the suburban block (in South Africa at least) is square, the computer screen is square (ish), so is the television screen, the curtained stage, the book, the frame of a painting, and in the village square, the villagers of the good old days congregated, traded the surplus from their gardens, socialised, politicised, drank, gossiped, pontificated and had ceremonies, duels, trysts and therefore... square has more real connotations for me of human involvement, if a little nostalgic, it still lacks the extreme nostalgia of idealisation in the perfect, seamless, self contained, edgeless sphere, by which an ideal of pure and unspoilt "nature" is dissociated from "man". I go there, but in my head, not with my hands, in fiction not in non fiction. The straight edged geometry contains greater implications of responsibility (hence the so called 'square' was so called by the so called 'hippies' ! ) and I am sure that's enough of a justification. This sketch shows the grey leaved desert plant called an aloe, opening towards the sun, so that working with light alone, it can create the raw materials to make a waxy candelabra. I photographed it and moved on, much later I painted it, and never saw what would become of what it was then. Life seems furious, as in angry, and so fast we seldom finish anything, so milled by experience, on the immovable things needing our total dedication, that witnessing the completions that we don't bring about ourselves is not on our list.
Starting small and keeping going in hope because when its busy happening we don't know we're growing, we only feel torn !
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