Achille, LT 1943 Carnival in Martin PDF
Achille, LT 1943 Carnival in Martin PDF
Achille, LT 1943 Carnival in Martin PDF
Carnival in Martinique
Author(s): Louis T. Achille
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Source: Phylon (1940-1956), Vol. 4, No. 2 (2nd Qtr., 1943), pp. 121-129
Published by: Clark Atlanta University
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By LOUIS T. ACHILLE
Carnivalin Martinique
body, with two small tufted horns on the forehead and a long rope as a
tail, also coveredwith red cloth. They soon form a mischievousband,
threateninginnocentpassersby,hoping to come across their leader, the
big guiable (devil). As soon as they hear the devil's unmistakablecry,
they rushto join his court of imps
Bi-a, bi-a, bi, caiman,
Mi guiab-ladewo, caiman....
Horrible, satanic, comes the Devil, a powerfully built man in red
tights, bowing in various directionshis enormoushead-gear,flinging a
twelve-foottail or spinningit abovehis head, while his otherhand shakes
a red pursefull of tinklingcoins-the price of souls to be bought. On the
man's shouldersthe huge mask rests, a ball of bull's horns,ten to twelve
of them,curvedin all directionsand intermingledwith horsehair. Dozens
of bells and penny mirrors,multi-coloredpieces of brokenglass jingle
and twinklein the sun, as the head rolls roundin the dance.
Who is this man? None of the diablotinsmay know him. From the
popularsuburbsor distantcountryside,he descendson the townto gather
his followers in a mystic rendezvous. Superhumanphysical endurance,
the completeobliterationof humanfeatures but for two blood-shoteyes
gleamingthroughthe hairy mask like two live mirrors,the majestyof his
slow rolling dance, unfailing marksmanshipwhen he aims at a victim,
the power of his voice coming throughthe mouthlesshornedheaddress,
and the multipleglass piece shootingsunbeamslike so many fire-throwing
eyes, all of this soon establisheshis dominionover the spell-boundyouths.
His anonymitygains mysteryfrom the powerfulsmell of humanperspira-
tion whichspreadsfrom his costumenow wet at all joints: a smell of the
distant plantationsor the sun-drencheddocks, where the exhalationsof
the freshly-ploughedearth or the drying sea-weedsmingle with the in-
ebriatingodor of tafia; a smell of labor and race, whichgives seriousness
to the game and vast human significanceto the "devil."
Within the magic circle red figures whirl, hopping twice on each
foot and flourishingtheir tails. As some child passes, the guiab asks for
its soul. Towardsthe screamingvictim the chorus of imps starts, while
the child seeks refuge in the skirtof its maid
Guiab-laka mandean ti manmaille
An ti manmaille qui ni trois an.l'
Of course, the child, sufficientlyfrightened, is never broughtback, and
the imps returnto offer themselvesto the lashing of the devil's tail. The
tentacle,weightedat its end, winds aroundthe neck or leg of the boys.
The imps thus struckyell as if possessed,and the parade goes on.
8Bi-a, bi-a, bi, cayman ("Here's the Devil ?0"The devil asks for a little child-A lit-
on the streets, cayman"). tie three-year-old child."
9Crude colorless rum.
Oncethis writer saw the devil turn human and stop at a poor home
on a ratherdesertedstreet for a "shot" of tafia. In front of the gazing
diablotinshe removedhis head-gear,only to look still more foreign: his
dark face glistened with perspirationin the afternoonsun, full of tri-
umphantjoy and inspiringgreater reverencestill than did the frightful
mask. He appearedas a supermanfrom the back country, filled with
forces unknownto the urban youths. At one gulp, the thirsty leader
emptiedthe glass of tafia; he beamedwith satisfactionas he swallowed
vast quantitiesof water. The imps imitatedhim, wettingthe lips of their
hoods as they drank:for the rest of the parade, they would be inhaling
the spirits of rum as they danced.
Let one devil meet anotheron the streets,and watchthe duel of lasso-
tails, of sun-beamsreflectedby the moving mirrors! Around them the
diablotinschant,pranceand mix their ranks,as the devils challengeeach
other. But all knowthat two devils are an impossibility. As if refusing
to share their power and disillusion the public, the devils soon part,
leading away their several followers, each to establish his undisputed
monarchyon some other street.
IV
From such infernal sights, the spectatorsneed relief. It comes, in the
form of a spirited biguine with green sprays of sugar-cane leaves and
multicolored figures of dancing farm-hands. These are the coupeuses de
cannes (female cane-cutters). From the waist down they are in perpetual
motion: the smooth roll of the biguine is amplified by their skirts short-
ened to the knees and the richly embroidered white petticoats showing
below. The typical bacoua straw hat of the peasants rests on their head-
kerchiefs. With a safe wooden machete, they pretend to cut the long knotty
stalk of the cane whose leafy fan sways to the biguine. The asphalt street
becomes the scene of a romanticized plantation drama.
The regisseur (overseer) moves around the group giving orders which
are immediately set to music and drum beat by the cheerer. From one
furrow to another line the cane-cutters move on; so do the tendergreen
leaves overhead: the sugar-cane fields rhythmically biguine down the
street. Suddenly a snake-like form shoots through the air in the midst of
screams: "Sepen! Sepen!" (A snake!) A ring is formed around the
sinuous beast, and a few sturdy women step forward with uplifted machetes
to chop the deadly trigonocephalus to pieces. At least they pretend to do
so, for the monster is made of cloth and will be needed for the next act
further down the street if full balconies announce a good money collection.
Soon again the reassured cane-cuttersresume their dance and work.
Sedate and official-looking with field-glasses, measuring chains, stakes
and note-book, thq surveying employees come to verify the alignment of
houses and satirize the municipal building regulations. "Ou-ausse!"
(Up!) cries the surveyor, and the stake-bearerslower the chain. "Baissez!"
flies, neg gouo siro and Pierrots, court-jesters, and gouo-femm, together
with a multitude of unmasked urchins, form a frolicking vanguard, jump-
ing, running, somersaulting, capering in utter acrobatic fancy. The mass
thickens with the coupeuses de cannes, the guiables and other adult masks
dancing along. Then come the bands, sending their heart-beats through
this crowd united by the rhythm of the biguine. Overhead towers the
boi-boi, dressed, it seems, in the very clothes of some well-known man or
woman. More and more masks follow, skipping along, an ever-increasing
rear-guard swollen at each intersection by late-comers pouring in from
tributary streets.
The vide will make only one stop in its wild dancing march, in front
of the house where lives the boi-boi's original. This meeting of dummy
and celebrity is a hard test of the latter's sense of humor and humility.
Then the procession resumes its course towards the other vast public dance-
hall, the Select Tango, where the bands sit down and the masks fall to
biguines, one-steps, fox-trots, bombe-sere,l2mazurkas and waltzes, lemon-
ades, beer, sangliche epi ze-di,3 punch creole,l4 ti-sec,1 I'an-ni dou,l0 im-
ported liqueurs, wines and champagne. The evening blends into the night
and the night wears into the dawn: the dance goes on with little respite, but
for a few intermissions when romantic conquests are pursued or consum-
mated and when the black-out lan nuite (lights out), which serves the same
purpose, is announced. Lan nuite is introduced during a certain mazurka
and lasts as long as the long-winded clarinet player holds a high-pitched
note, which holds no one in idle suspense. With the break of dawn,
"Madiana" is played at an increasing tempo, for a good half-hour, while
the whole building shakes
Woi, Madiana, jou-a ka ouve, laguie moin
Jou-a ka ouve laguie moin
Pou moin aller kai manman moin.m7
V
On Mercredi des Cendres the deadline for dances is midnight by the
clock, which may well not be by the sun. Then it is a crowd in mourning
which fills the bal doudou,18for the last day of the festive season is de-
voted to the burial of Carnival.
12A bumping and squeezing dance with no 17"Ho! Madiana, it's day-break, let me go;
aesthetic purpose. It's day-break, let me go;
13In French: sandwiches et puis oeufs For I must go back to-my mother's
durs (sandwiches and hard-boiled eggs). house."
14Martinique's national strong drink, made (See an older version with music in Cori-
of rum, syrup and the rind of a small lime, if dun, Vol. V., op. cit.)
white rum is used. "sAnother name for casino, the dance-hall
15A "shot" of dry rum. where one takes one's doudou ("girl friend"
16A liqueur made with anise. in popular classes).
l9The deviless. This particular celebration names among intimates, by doubling the final
and the costume used seem to have nothing syllable of the name, often with a slight
in common with the devil described above. phonetic modification.
20Pet name for Carnaval. Most Christian
names in Martinique are replaced by pet