Permeate with Permanence.


    When I thought about what people did before writing technologies were invented, I came to the conclusion that people communicated on an oral level; in some places of the world, this is still the case.   It’s not a bad thing that some cultures aren’t fully submerged in the advancing of technology in the terms of writing and communication, but I am glad that the facilities of pens, paper, and printers are available to me, in the terms of conveince and permanence.
    As I was thinking of  those cultures who didn’t rely on writing technologies, or who still don't, tribal communities like the Native Americans, the Maori of New Zealand, and the !Kung in South Africa, not to lump them all together because they are so different, but stood out because of their reliance on the spoken word.  The !Kung, for example, have a complex clicking language, which relies heavily on the sounds of the words for the meanings.  Within the Native Americans and the Maori, family and cultural traditions were/are passed down orally.
So, with this in mind, I asked myself how or do these cultures communicate with out the use of spoken word and how do they keep any sort of permanence within their cultures?   To this, the images of body scarring, tattoos, and even stretching and piercing came to mind.  The purpose of this is to perhaps, show rank, a life achievement, beauty. 
 Someone else has to look at the person with the body modification and interpret what it means, same as someone interpreting the words on a page. 
    In inventing my own writing technology, keeping the ideas of body modification in mind, I wanted to use the body as paper and something I make myself as the writing implement, perhaps something found in nature.   I went to nature, trying to find a device of a vibrant color.  I thought of what might be used as an ink, like bark, clay, berries, and plants.  Outside my window, marigolds grow like hearty shrubs (possibly not so much a plant of phenomenal import in nature).  Plucking the pungent orange flower from its plant, I rubbed a petal with my forefinger and thumb, massaging out the pigment.  I figured, maybe, with some sort of oil, this would suffice as a technological writing invention, without using the conventions so common to me.
With this new tool, I  called up my own tribe, bribing them of course with candy(Carmel apple suckers), to participate in my project.  Coaxing the color out of the marigold with olive oil, I uncomfortably, yet with a bizarre intimacy, smudged letters onto the various tribe member’s bellies; some were so hairy and beast like it took more oil and pigment, and others were smooth, reflecting the written words with greater ease.  Though the first few letters were too transparent, I found the right combination of oil and flower to make the words more legible.   
While violating my friends, I thought how much easier it would be to write on a piece of paper with a pen the words that were being smudged on their tummies, how much easier it is to write of life accomplishments and to document those who are in charge of what in some long lost data base.   I don’t know, maybe its different cultural mindsets, or it’s in the craft of a ritual, but the conveniences of the writing tools I use set me at ease.
    On the other hand, the art of written communication is getting less and less personal, meaning computer screens vs. books, e-mails vs. written letters, which to me, getting involved with nature and the craft itself was somewhat rewarding.   
After the elixir was applied to the belly and a snapshot was taken, I handed each person a pink napkin, for I was out of paper towels, to wipe off the words:  eliminated, like that.  With the issue of permanence, I am torn.  I like the withstanding of printed text on pages bound together in a tight package.  Unless burned or thrown into a pool of water or molten lava, the book will last with some wearing.  In an essay about writing being a technology, Walter J. Ong, in dealing with the issue of permanence between oral and written cultures, says, “We grasp truth articulately only in events.  Articulated truth has no permanence.  Full truth is deeper than articulation”, which, in interpreting this, shows how the written word can be a comfort to a vast majority.  It adds a tangibility to truth(Ong20).  But I look at this permanence and see a great risk of the lack of ability and willingness to change.   I see written documents like the constitution and the bible (back off I’m not saying they are bad) as a bar put up to stop a change, revolution in understanding and bettering human condition, yet  these documents are all up for interpretation and who has the control of the interpretation are the ones who put up a blockade.  When I look at the cultures who partake in body modification, I see a sense of permanence in their craft,  like books, these tattoos, scars will wear with time.  Granted things may get lost or forgotten, but, the impermanence and mobility in the oral aspect of these cultures seem to be open up for change, but like a  culture who values writing, what is orally passed down from generation to generation is left up to interpretation for the next generation.  
    So, within both written based and oral based communities,  a greater importance is placed on the responsibility of the human mind to justly or coherently interpret those stories or information presented, not so much in the way that it is presented. I refrain from calling societies functioning around written communication more civilized than those societies who don’t embrace the written word, for they are not less complex or civilized, but have a different a value system.  Though the nostalgic earthly romance in picking a piece of nature and utilizing it is so appealing, I like the convenience of the permanence in presenting stories or information in a technological or written way. 
Works Cited
Ong,Walter J. “Writing Is a Technology that Restructures Thought.” Literacy: A Critical Source            
            Book. Ed. Ellen Cushman, Eugene R Kintgen, Barry M. Kroll, Mike Rose. New York:         
            Bedford/St.Martin’s, 2001.


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