Curtis, Offering the Buffalo Skull, Mandan, 1908
Spoken stories were the living encyclopedias of our oral
ancestors, dynamic and lyrical compendiums of practical knowledge. Oral tales
told on special occasions carried the secrets of how to orient in the local
cosmos. Hidden in the magic adventures of their characters were precise
instructions for the hunting of various animals, and for enacting the
appropriate rituals of respect and gratitude if the hunt was successful, as
well as specific insights regarding which plants were good to eat and which
were poisonous, and how to prepare certain herbs to heal cramps, or
sleeplessness, or a fever. The stories carried instructions about how to
construct a winter shelter, and what to do during a drought, and -- more
generally -- how to live well in this land without destroying the land's wild
vitality.
Such practical intelligence, intimately related to a
particular place, is the hallmark of any oral culture. Continually tested in
interaction with the living land, altering in tandem with subtle changes in the
local earth, even today such living knowledge resists the fixity and permanence
of the printed page. Because it is specific to the way things happen here, in
this high desert -- or coastal estuary, or mountain valley -- this kind of
intimate intelligence loses its meaning when abstracted from its terrain, and
from the particular persons and practices that are a part of its terrain. Such
place-specific savvy, which deepens its value when honed and tempered over the
course of several generations, forfeits much of its power when uprooted from
the soil of its home and carried -- via the printed page or the glowing screen
– to other places. Such intelligence, properly speaking, is an attribute of the
living land itself; it thrives only in the direct, face-to-face exchange
between those who dwell and work in this place.
So much earthly savvy was carried in the old tales! And
since, for our indigenous ancestors, there was no written medium in which to
record and preserve the stories -- since there were no written books -- the
surrounding landscape, itself, functioned as the primary mnemonic, or
memory trigger, for preserving the oral tales. To this end, diverse animals
common to the local earth figured as prominent characters within the oral
stories -- whether as teachers or tricksters, as buffoons or as bearers of
wisdom. Hence, a chance encounter with a particular creature as a tribesperson
went about his daily business (an encounter with a coyote, perhaps, or a
magpie) would likely stir the memory of one or another story in which that
animal played a decisive role. Moreover, crucial events in the stories were
commonly associated with particular sites in the local terrain where
those events were assumed to have happened, and whenever one noticed that place
in the course of one’s daily wanderings -- when one came upon that particular
cluster of boulders, or that sharp bend in the river -- the encounter would
spark the memory of the storied events that had unfolded there.
Thus, while the accumulated knowledge of our oral ancestors was carried in stories, the stories themselves were carried by the surrounding earth. The local landscape was alive with stories! Traveling through the terrain, one felt teachings and secrets sprouting from every nook and knoll, lurking under the rocks and waiting to swoop down from the trees. The wooden planks of one's old house would laugh and whine, now and then, when the wind leaned hard against them, and whispered wishes would pour from the windswept grasses. To the members of a traditionally oral culture, all things had the power of speech …
Thus, while the accumulated knowledge of our oral ancestors was carried in stories, the stories themselves were carried by the surrounding earth. The local landscape was alive with stories! Traveling through the terrain, one felt teachings and secrets sprouting from every nook and knoll, lurking under the rocks and waiting to swoop down from the trees. The wooden planks of one's old house would laugh and whine, now and then, when the wind leaned hard against them, and whispered wishes would pour from the windswept grasses. To the members of a traditionally oral culture, all things had the power of speech …
David Abram
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