Picasso said when he visited Lascaux.
Lascaux was closed to the public when all the human exhalations caused mold to form on the art. Chauvet, discovered in 1994, had art older than all the others. To protect the art, a steel door had been placed on the narrow entrance, and only a small team of experts would be allowed to enter. One of those experts came to Cal with slides shortly after the discovery, and the auditorium was filled.
My friend Tim and I stood in back to hear him speak. The images of cave art he showed were startling masterpieces, and we thought we would only ever see these images in books or slides.
I read all I could on Chauvet, intrigued by this mysterious 30, 000 year old art whose origins and meaning might never be understood. Was it Tim who gave me The Mind in the Cave, by David Lewis-Williams, that remarkable book that claimed shamanism and initiation as the basis of paleolithic art? There was, Lewis-Williams claimed, a direct tie between the shamanic rock art of Australia and the ancient images on the cave walls.
In Lewis-Williams' earlier book, The Signs of All Times, written with the anthropologist T. A. Dowson:
“The authors cited laboratory experiments with subjects
in an induced trance state which suggested that the human
optic system generates the same types of visual illusions,
in the same three stages, differing only slightly by culture,
whatever the stimulus: drugs, music, pain, fasting repetitive movements, solitude, or high carbon-dioxide levels
(a phenomenon that is common in close underground
chambers.) In the first stage, a subject sees a pattern of
points, grids, zigzags and other abstract forms (familiar
from the caves); in the second stage, these forms morph
into objects—the zigzags for example, might become a
serpent. In the third and deepest stage, a subject feels
sucked into a dark vortex that generates intense
hallucinations, often of monsters or animals and
feels his body and spirit merging with theirs.”
[Or maybe the spirits are contacted?]
http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/06
/23/080623fa_fact_thurman#ixzz1NidPi4EF
When we first read about Werner Herzog’s 3D film The Cave of Forgotten Dreams, we were very excited, and last night, when my back was sufficiently healed to sit in a the ater seat for the length of a film, we went to see it. Constant background music, eerily contemporary, kept us from experiencing the deep ancient silence of the cave, but the images on the curved and sometimes undulating surfaces were remarkable. Just a few lines, just a few perfectly executed outlines, (what Zen artists once strived for), and the animals of Aurignacian Europe, as though drawn yesterday, emerged from the rock face. Were they spirit animals coming through the porous rock from the underworld they inhabited? Rhinoceros, lions, leopard, bison, aurochs and horses - a quartet of horse heads so beautifully drawn one thinks of Renaissance draughtsmen.
Herzog says it is as though the human soul awakened here. On a phallus-shaped pinnacle suspended from the cave ceiling is the only picture of the human figure. It shows a bison above and surrounding a woman’s sex. A fused figure, from a shamanic vision, perhaps. There is a bison-woman at Pech-Merle as well.
Recently we downloaded a film made by and about the Inuit people, The Journals of Knud Rasmussen. (http://www.isuma.tv/fastrunnertrilogy) At the end of the film a shaman must either give up the old religion or starve. He sends his spirits, who have always been with him, away. He tells them they must go, and they are sobbing, they are weeping and holding on to each other, and they finally walk away. They turn around after walking a few yards and look back, but the shaman repeats that now he must accept Jesus or starve, because that is the condition of the Christian feast another converted Inuit is holding nearby. He must eat the taboo animal organs that shamans must never touch. That will be his communion. He is crying. He is without choice. He has a wife and daughter and followers to feed, and he does not want to die the agony of starvation.
I think of the shamans of the Aurignacian, and the power of their visions. An archeologist in Herzog’s film says that perhaps Homo Sapiens is the wrong name for us. Perhaps we should be known as Homo Spiritualis.
The Cave Painter
And then
suddenly
to us it is sudden
but not to them
they discovered murder
the animals had been idolized terrors
but now they had the spear
when they woke up to what they were doing
it was not morning
killing came into their nightly seance
animal spirits invaded their dreams
carrying spears thicker and taller than cedars
and shredded carcasses
washed down night’s river
and the dreamers were us
just as smart and no longer innocent
and they promised they begged they offered
and they couldn’t forget
and they made it the task of one man one woman
to remember to be remembering every minute
and he or she make it she
went into the caves on hands and knees snake belly crawl
touched her hand to the farthest wall
she knew they all knew by now
they were certain
the spirits lived on the other side
Let her place the torch on the bear-trodden floor
and press her hands against the shivery membrane -
She the one with hands the one with a body
the gods count on our hands they use our bodies
the animal spirits see the future through cro magnon eyes
see the hills the rivers the forest there were animals yes
but not them not a one
so they send her their own true shape
and she grinds her colors picks up charcoal
and leaves us the auroch the bison
Enter the caves
and the ancient age
of what you believe
we just invented
will be shown to you
and you will not be afraid
Do the gods inscribe with your pen?
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