One Square Metre and a Stool
by William Bowles
For the most part, television is crap, driven as it is either by commercial interests or in the case of the state-run network, by something that tries to mimic the demographically driven commercial networks.
But occasionally good stuff pops up, for example, every year the BBC has this daily programme that runs for three weeks, called Springwatch, based in an ‘organic’ farm somewhere in the West Country. It has hundreds of tiny cameras voyeuristically placed to watch the animals do their spring thing.
‘All the freaky people make the beauty of the world’
— ‘All The Freaky People,’ Michael Franti & Spearhead
It’s repetitive stuff; mostly birds, flying, fornicating,
fledging and dying but there are occasionally, little gems, like in the
episode the other night (4/6/07) with some fellow who had, years ago
when he was still a kid, marked out a one square metre section of his
backyard and every day, he just sat and looked at it.
He got to know it
intimately, all its comings and goings, but on a miniature scale so the
watcher has to reduce himself as it were, to the same scale as the
insects that live out their life and death struggles in this tiny patch
of land. And there’s a lot going on even, he suspected, the watched
were also watching him, perhaps even recognised him (we witness a
grasshopper giving him the eye).
There was no scientific purpose
to it, nor a book or movie to be made, just this guy sitting in his
backyard every day for years, watching the same square metre of garden.
There’s something very Zen about it and as the guy rambled on about his
one square metre he fantasised about creating a global club of ‘One
Square Metre Watchers’. It could, it should, catch on.
Then I
started to wonder why I was so struck by the idea and I started typing
this (and burnt my rice as a result, something I never normally do)
thinking all the while that there was something elegant, intimate,
universal and entirely pointless about watching the same square metre
of nature but then perhaps that’s the point, why should everything have
a ‘reason’? Then I wondered whether he photographed it every day as
well? Probably not, it’s not his style.
But still I had this
‘thing’ nagging at the back of my mind that there was something else
going on here but I just couldn’t put my finger on it until I realised
that the reason I was attracted to the idea was that it represented in
miniature what we’re missing from life—connections.
Then too I
realised that every square metre of nature is doing the same thing,
billions of living creatures connected in an invisible (to us) web,
with every creature doing its thing, everyone that is, except us (and
let’s not forget the guy in his backyard).
But then prior to
capitalism, virtually everyone had this kind of intimate relationship
to Nature, after all their lives depended on it, and now it seems we
have come full circle, for once more our lives depend on
re-establishing that intimate connection with Nature. The question is,
can capitalism do it?
Sorry, trick question. There is an innate
insanity, irrationality in the way capitalism works that makes the idea
of our ‘One Square Metre’ being extended everywhere an impossibility
for capitalism to envision let alone act on the insight.
For the
better part of five centuries it has fought wars, overthrown
governments, starved entire populations into submission and conducted
propaganda campaigns, all to persuade people that capitalism has the
answers to all our needs. But what it can’t do is create even one, tiny
square metre of nature in all its amazing complexity, nor does it care
to, where’s the profit?
The core of the capitalist rationale for
its existence is the mythical ‘power of the market to even all things
out’, in other words let business take care of things and everything
will be all right. It has to be this way because capitalism transforms
people into commodities too, hence the relationship between people is a
‘business one’, and a relationship that also applies to the natural
world; it’s there for the taking regardless of the consequences and
it’s ‘free’, that is to say, free to capitalists, it’s the rest of the
world that pays the cost.
The problem is that the ‘market’
doesn’t ‘even things out’, it’s not some human variation of Nature’s
‘survival of the fittest’.
In fact applying the phrase ‘survival of the
fittest’ to human society is a perverted mis-application of Darwin’s
insight, for Darwin applied it to organisms within a species. This is
not to say that entire species don’t die out through a change in the
environment that a particular species simply could not adapt to in
time, for example a catastrophe of some kind, but the ‘market’ is not
going to solve the problem of climate change anymore than it has solved
the problem of the gross inequality that exists between the rich and
the poor (one of its major claims to ‘fame’).
The argument that
capitalism is ‘natural’ underpins all the propaganda about the ‘free
market’ (let ‘nature’ take its course). The reality however is somewhat
different for ‘competition’ in the natural world is driven by very
different forces than those that power capitalism.
Meanwhile,
under pressure from an increasingly frightened populace, the G8
‘Summit’ agrees not to do anything of any value about the climate,
something that even the mainstream media can’t paper over. Instead, as
things heat up-both literally and figuratively-the burden, predictably,
has been shifted from the world’s numero uno producer of greenhouse
gases, the US, to all those damn Chinese and Indians. This, after
spending decades persuading them that the West was the way to go. But
all the indications are that it won’t work.
China and India are
now unstoppable industrial juggernauts feeding the West’s insatiable
demands for (cheap to produce) consumer products and services. The
awful truth about ‘uneven development’ is revealed when we realise that
the developed nations, having stripped their own profitable resources
and faced with ever-diminishing returns on investment locally, had no
choice but to seek out new investment opportunities for all that cash
sloshing about in the global circuit of capital.
This is how TV’s Channel 4 ‘News’ announced the G8 ‘deal’
‘Jon
Snow is in the tricky to pronounce German town of Heiligendamm, where
G8 leaders have agreed to a compromise deal on tackling climate change.
‘Head-to-head
talks between Tony Blair and George Bush early this morning paved the
way for an agreement under which the major polluters – including the
United States – will “consider†reducing emissions by 50% by 2050.’
(Email 7/6/07)
It’s all pure, unadulterated bullshit for the
reality is that the US and the EU will only agree to “consider†a deal
if China and India are included as ‘equal partners’. But the US, with
only 5% of the world’s population, produces 25% of the world’s
greenhouse gases and China with about 20% of the world’s population,
only 3%.
And anyway, without a radical restructuring of their
economies, they intend to reduce energy and resource consumption by
getting the populace to buy ‘green’ instead, hence the propaganda blitz
on ‘conservation’ and instilling guilt trips on all those households
bulging with (mostly unused) consumer products. So rather than there
being a recognition that we have to do some radical restructuring of
our economic and hence political relations, a whole new world of
consumption is opened up. Soon, every damn thing will be ‘green’,
that’s what they mean by ‘business as usual’.
The whole thing is
insane which brings me back to my ‘one square metre and a stool’, a
tiny square of sanity in an otherwise loony world.
Can anyone
really defend the actions of those who rule us. Ruthless, grubby and
mediocre people with small minds, disconnected from humanity by their
own lack of same. What struck me about my ‘square metre’ watcher was
the totally laidback intensity of his vision and just how something so
small and insignificant could fill his universe, yet there was a time
when most people had something very similar at the centre of their
lives. I fear that unless we find a way of communicating his vision of
rediscovering our true place in the world, we are lost.
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