[rhyming in portuguese] "Honey, shall we eat sore? " "I'm not seduced by a wound, I prefer a glass of pus! " "Ahhh, I just put it on the plate!
And after the shower, I really like a little bit of snot " Haha found it disgusting? You know, there are a lot of people watching my videos at the lunchtime so we're doing a special homage to these people. Okay, okay, okay, it was bad taste: let's go then for a 24/7 barbecue.
. . or a liver with onions or, for those who like, brains.
. . or, who knows, you want change for offals?
Come with me, you will immerse yourself in the greatest feast that you have participated in your life. [rhyming] "Radical, radical! Come and see what the cannibal banquet was like!
" Man, of all the "barbarian customs" that Brazilian natives professed when the arrival of the Europeans in the New World . . .
none amazed them more than the grim refinements of the anthropophagic feast. And nothing more natural, right? Although cannibalism was not a prerogative of the New World natives and had already cases of crisis in Europe that humans, to survive, ate other humans .
. . Nothing, nothing can be compared to the details, to the refinements of this eucharistic ritual, whose almost single sacrament was the consummation of revenge.
The Tupi tribes that occupied the whole coast of the Brazilian coast were all cousins, related, almost brothers among themselves, but what really united them was a web of an endless revenge, which even had a mythological explanation of the reason why the Potiguar tribe used to hate the Tabajara tribe, which hate the Caeté tribe, the reason why Caeté tribe used to hate Tupinambá tribe, the reason why Tupinambá tribe used to hate Tupiniquim tribe. They were all related, but they lived the whole time at war with each other, they don't wanted peace, they hated peace, they liked the war. They were warlike, the war was sacred to the Tupi people!
And even more sacred than war was the consummation of this revenge, when you devoured the enemy. For a Tupi warrior, to be buried in the earth and to be eaten for worms was the most vile, most degrading thing that existed. The true grave of the Tupi warrior was the stomach of his enemy.
Yeah, the guys who were eaten liked be eaten, because they knew they were going to continuity to this endless cycle of revenge, especially because this was declared in this mass, in this ritual, in this cannibal feast, in this anthropophagic banquet, which I will serve for you now, at your lunchtime. This ritual, that was really meticulous, which followed very clear etiquette rules, well, it has been described in detail especially by Hans Staden. You've seen here the episode about the arquebusier, about the soldier of fortune, about the mercenary Hans Staden, who was captured in Bertioga in 1554, and who attended and then described in minute detail how this happened.
But it was not only him, Jean de Léry, the Protestant shepherd who lived in Rio de Janeiro, in island of Villegangnon and also André Tevet, who was a Franciscan, was an enemy of Léry, Tevet and Léry hated each other, took part in these religious wars that have also erupted here, in the Guanabara amphitheater, during the French occupation. . .
they also wrote books in which they describe the anthropophagic ritual. Therefore, it has several documentary sources that shows how this happened. And it was true, it was really like this, it's incredible!
Then a Frenchman in the twentieth century, Alfred Metraux, it was the guy who actually studied this from the perspective of anthropology, not anthropophagy [pun], and ethnology, and concluded that it really was a deeply religious ritual. The thing was this: they were waging these wars and when you captured a guy, that captive, prisoner, belonged to the one who first had touched him on the battlefield, and then this guy was led, or several others, after a war, were tied around the neck until they were at the Taba, the village of the victors. When he entered the village, he was bound feet and hands and had to enter jumping and had to say "your food arrived, jumping!
". Hahaha That is a phrase that would later be enough used by Tarsila do Amaral, by Oswald of Andrade. .
. but that, we will arrive there. .
. because we are still in FACTS, truthful! And then when he entered, the children and old women threw fruit peels, fruits, small boulders and said "we're going to eat you, we'll eat you!
", and indeed they would. Only after that moment, after this humiliation, after this public degradation, this prisoner was well treated. He became part of the tribe that would devour him, even because they spoke the same language, they were relatives, they were cousins!
They were related. And the guy soon got, as "a gift", a daughter, or the wife of his captor He could go there, have sex with the captor's daughter, with the man's wife, the greatest liberality of the Tupi, and so on, and lived in the own Oca (indigenous house) of his captor, or in a nearby Oca. And they put on a rope necklace, there's even the name of the rope, now I forgot, there is the name of the rope (Muçurana), and this rope had knots and those knots were the number of moons that would pass to the execution of that guy.
And then he would walk loose, because ran away, like i already told in the episode of Hans Staden, was an unthinkable ignominy, was unforgivable cowardice. . .
If the guy ran away and came back for his own tribe, he would not be accepted, he would not be accepted, they would send him back, sort of "Dude, that's your problem, you lose! ", "You let yourself be captured, work it out for yourself! " Well, then, the date was approaching, the execution, which was connected to a certain moon, certain moment of history, and so on.
. . because it was not careless made it was a ritual, was a banquet!
It was a banquet. And then the moments before the banquet itself lasted from five days to one week and there on the eve of the execution had a super drink of Cauim . .
. Cauim, you know, of course you know, was a fermented cassava Dude. .
. That was really stronger hehehe The guy took a sip of that drink, that was made with cassava and spit. Who made were the old women, truly old ones, from the age of 40 was already considered old in the tribes, so, they stood there toothless, "ploft ploft ploft", spitting into a full cauldron full of grated cassava, which then leavened, resulting in a powerful drink, an absinthe, an abblind, an abmude!
Haha [portuguese puns] It was like that, the guy was drinking and "bloorgh blargh"! Well, they kept drinking, men and women, they'd been drinking all night, all night long! And still "uuuu, uuuu", like, "baaargh".
The songs were heard, the prayers were heard, rituals, echoed through the entire forest. And the guy there already knowing that he was going to be killed. Well, the day of execution was dawning.
In the dawn of the execution day, the guy, which was to be devoured, was bathed with all the refinement, bathed by women, and so on, he was shaved and covered with. . .
his skin was besmeared with a substance that I have now forgotten, like Achiote, things like that, and then they covered him with several eggshells. . .
like glitter, was an egg glitter, and a lot of feathers, the guy looked like Clóvis Bornay. You can see how old i am, Clovis Bornay! Then they let the guy run away, it was very funny, because it was part, because the guy was the main actor in the story and he incorporated his role, he already knew it was so!
Then he fled through the main gate of Taba only to be captured again, soon after, taken back to the center of the Taba. There was the whole tribe gathered there, in that giant yard, "ban ban ban", imagine the vibe, come in the vibe, it's starting, it's starting now. And then there was a moment of great speech.
. . the guy, the executioner who was going to execute him, who, in general, was the taker, dressed in a Tupinambá tribal cloak .
. . a cloak of guano and feathers of toucan, a marvelous cloak.
There is one of these sacred cloaks, the only one who survived, in Copenhagen, Denmark, the only survivor. . .
Feathers of macaw! It was an incredible cloak! Then the executioner, who was already in high spirits, [Puns only Brazilians could understand] [Puns only Brazilians could understand] [Puns only Brazilians could understand] [Puns only Brazilians could understand] And then the executioner was already high, not only of Cauim drink, but also was reclused in a Temascal.
Do you know what is temascal, fool? It is a tent that was surrounded, all closed, and there was a smoke and the guy was "ooohhh". .
. because it was not careless made! Not careless made!
And then he would take it, i don't remember. . .
Ibirama! I think it's ibirama. If I messed up the name will appears here, which was the ritual club, the club that the guy was going to be hit, it'd been hanging for a week, inside a sacred tent, where it was incensed and where it was anointed with special oils, and so on Survived one of these clubs, too, in a museum somewhere, i don't know, in Berlin, I don't know, it doesn't matter.
But there is still one of these clubs, which was of noble wood and so on. Well, then the executioner. .
. I don't know if it was precisely the executioner, but someone asked to the guy who would be executed, "Are you, or not, our enemy! ?
", and the guy "Yes! I'm an enemy! " "Are you a fierce enemy?
" "Yes, i'm a fierce enemy! " "Are you Colorado, you bastard! ?
[supporter of a Brazilian soccer club, Sport Club Internacional], "Yes, I am Colorado! " "We're Gremistas. We're going to kill you!
! ! " [supporters of Internacional's soccer rival, Grêmio Foot-Ball Porto Alegrense] And then the Colorado would reply "Yeah, but i have already killed several of you in several battles!
". They kept arguing and the guy said "I've killed many of you! I've killed so-and-so", and so on and the other replied "So now you will be killed and you will be devoured for us" and the guy answered "Yes, but my tribe will come here, will avenge me and will devour you too!
" "Ah, ok but now we're going to devour you. " In the middle of this conversation, the executioner entered in the Taba, with his eyes rolling, high, comes and POFT! Hit the captured's nape, behind the back .
. . The guy knew he was going to die .
. . No, first, sorry, I forgot, he was trapped by ropes at his waist .
. . He was not going to get away, but it was part of the ritual.
One pulled there, another pulled there, another pulls there, another pulls there. Four, the four cardinal points, with this rope, also ritual, wrapped in the his belly, and then the guy came and POFT! and PUFT!
, burst the head and the guy fell dead, at least it was quick. Then old, old women, really old, with more than fifty years, came running and collected the blood and the brains in bowls. The blood had to be drunk hot still and then they shared the bowls, "glurp glurp glurp", and ate the crumble's brains they had left there.
♫ "Let's eat, Let's eat" ♫ Then they took the corpse, the body. . .
Not corpse! Body, manna, took the communion wafer, yes, the wafer, it was a communion wafer. After all, in catholic religion the guy says "Blood of God!
Body of God! " Okay, I'll even have to open a parenthesis Do you know what the Aztecs said when saw that the Spaniards, the Europeans, drank the blood of their own god, and ate the body of their own god? They said "Man.
. . what a barbaric people!
They eat their god! " OK! ?
It calls cultural relativism, exactly, then i can, and i say, and i will repeat that body there, it was a communion wafer. It was a wafer, it was a Eucharistic ritual, was a sacred deglutition, it was the incorporation of an entity to your own body. Then the guy was dead there, they got his body and scalded.
There was such a cauldron of boiling water, "djuuuu", in order to facilitate the scraping of the skin. From there they would remove all the skin, and so on. I hope you're at lunchtime, because now that our banquet will begin to be served.
From there, they scalded the guy, took off his scalded body and led to the grill. They took it to the grill, yeah, it was going to be roast! From there, "tchiiiiii", it started to roast.
You could smell barbecue, right? The fat dripped on the coals and made "tchhh, tchhh", and the guys "mmm, mmm, it will start. " They turned, took the body out of the grill, they opened the body's back by the dorse, open its ribs, huh.
. . Well, I forgot one important detail.
At the time it boiled, they put a small stick in "that part", to prevent excretion. When it was being boiled and then when he was being roasted as well. From there they turned the corpse on its back, already roasted, they opened up the body, by the back, and opened the ribs.
Then they would turn and open their belly and it had bowels. Intestines were offered to children. The children were "wow, great, intestines!
" I used to complain a lot when my mother gave me offals. My ex-wife, the mother of my daughter, also used to get angry when they gave him offals. But, you know Kids, they need more to eat offels, right?
The young indians, the adults, should say for children "look, the intestines are the best part, let us eat the ribs, the arms and the legs" Because, in fact, the shank, the ribs and arms were eaten by adults. It had a whole ritual! For example, tongue, tongue and brains were eaten by young warriors, 14, 15 years old.
The skin around the skull was only for great warriors, and tongue too. And the sexual organs were . .
. for the women! Yeah, they cut the sausage, sausage with eggs, etc.
, and it was for women. Mothers, with newborn children, bathed her hands in blood and passed on her breasts and were breastfed for babies, with breasts covered with the blood of the slaughtered. Small children were also called, everyone ate, and they had to put the hand in the bowls where there were the blood that those old women had collected and then they would paint the whole face like that with blood and cried, and cried out for vengeance.
All this, obvious, with soundtrack, soundtrack! Basically flute, flute made by bones of guys who had been eaten before and drums "uuuuu", the natives are excited, huh. ♫ Eat, Eat, that's the best for growing!
♫ Hans Staden saw, as I already told on his episode, the execution of two Portuguese brothers, the Brega [= bad taste] brothers, i mean, the Braga brothers, and then he didn't find this the most pleasant, right? So, this "feastness", and drunkenness, because they continued drinking the cauim while they professed this ritual . .
. It lasted four hours. Four hours!
And then it was nap time. Seriously, they fell like this, "poft", full of booze, stuffed. Now you imagine, you seeing this, you witnessing that.
. . and then also imagine this incredible thing: four hundred years later, another anthropologist, this guy, Alfred Métraux, to interpret it this way, in such cultural relativism.
"The great Alfred Metraux was one of the pillars of so called cultural relativism. In 1928, he wrote a wonderful book about the anthropophagic ritual called 'The Religion of the Tupinambás' following these precepts. Cultural relativism, you dumb, is a perspective of anthropology according to which a particular people or culture shouldn't, and can't, evaluate the other from their own values, as if they were the standard to be followed.
Long live, Metraux! Long live cultural relativism! " Obviously it's hideous, obvious that it's scary, but it had a whole religious context and was consensual, like sex, understood?
It was consensual, for the guy who was dead it was an honor, it was an honor to be killed because he knew he was going to continue something that for them was ancestral and that was already happening more than 500 years ago. And they waged tribal wars among themselves just to capture enemies, no one wanted to exterminate the others, but just take half a dozen of people. Dude, it's a crazy story, huh, and then it would still acquire another unfolding when, you already saw here also in the episode of Hans Staden, when Eduardo Prado, who was a rich man, one of the creators of the Brazilian Academy of Letters, acquires the original book by Hans Staden, published in 1557, one of the first bestsellers of the history of humanity, so much is that.
. . and the reason he turned that bestseller It was because he wrote what i just told you, you imagine you being such a European, Michel de Montaigne, the super philosopher, Thomas Morus, Erasmus of Rotterdam.
. . these guys read that, and it had happened half an hour ago, and the guys were like "oh my god", and you imagine the people, the mob, the herd, and the sailors who would sail to the New World knowing that this was happening.
And the most incredible, this only happened, in this way, in Brazil! There has never been an anthropophagic ritual, a cannibal feast in these ways, as in Brazil! Only in Brazil!
Only the Tupi did that! Several other tribes have eaten people, other tribes were cannibals but so, for example the Yanomami, they ate, they cooked, they roast a guy until it turns to powder and then mixed with banana. Aaah, what a wussy thing, A truly man eats this way!
A truly child, and a truly woman eats others this way! So, that way, there was only here, in Brazil. You imagine the guys who were coming to Brazil.
The book was published in Brazil because of Eduardo Prado, Eduardo Prado was father of Paulo Prado, Paulo Prado was the dude that financed the Week of Modern Art, which also was a rich man, a coffee-grower from São Paulo. So through Paulo Prado, Oswald, Tarsila, Heitor Villa Lobos read, read this book, in 1922 and they realized the metaphor, huh. They realized the metaphor, they said "instead of make a march against the electric guitar, let's incorporate the electric guitar.
" Yes, they decided to steal the whole European culture and transform it, swallow it, eucharistically, and transform it into a genuinely Brazilian way, the Anthropophagic Movement which would later have a tropicalist unfolding ♫ Let's eat, let's eat, song, let's eat ♫ These are the cultural unfolds that were from this genuinely Brazilian event, in which excelled Cunhambebe. Cunhambebe was a tribal leader, a "morubixaba", a cacique, a chief who lived in Rio de Janeiro and said that he had eaten 52 Portuguese. Hahaha Fantastic, my dear cannibal.
I have already spoken here, a book by Antônio Torres So, that's it, we wanted to serve you this, this repast. I wanted to serve you this exquisite meal. We hope you are with your linen napkin and also have a.
. . no, your linen bib and have also a very efficient napkin for feed on culture.
And which is the only place that has a banquet every Wednesday? It's the channel Buenas Ideias [Good Ideas]! I hope you are satisfied, I hope you do the digestion and I hope you feed yourself.
Goodbye. "What you have just seen is full of generalizations and simplifications, but that's the accurate overview Now, if you want to know how things in fact were, ah, then you will have to read!
