Monday, 12 December 2011

Toads in the Poetry Jam!

Ah, the evolution of man. If you could be anywhere, see anything, surely we'd all pick that God or gene moment when modern man, Homo sapiens sapiens, appeared? The past, and the path, are still muddy here; the fossil record vanishingly rare; any new discoveries necessarily change, sometimes seismically, the theories posited before. And there are a plethora of theories.

Popular Western culture has given us cavemen with pronounced foreheads saying 'Ug' as our ancestor image, but this only bears the vaguest resemblance to Homo neanderthalensis, who is a relation, but no forebear. Adam, and perhaps more crucially, Eve, were black and lived in Africa. I veer towards the theory that their true emergence occurred just before the last great migration of the Homo species out of Africa, which is only around 60,000 years ago. That's a skinny 3,000 generations.

It is also my view that by this point language had been developing through our predecessor hominins, and it is inconceivable to me that culture had not developed too. Homo erectus may have had art, and religion - yes, Mother Goddesses! - if the Venus of Tan-Tan and the Venus of Berekhat Ram can conclusively be shown to be produced artefacts. Their current dating? Between 300,000 and 500,000 years old. Or of course, it could have been archaic sapiens in the cave. And archaic sapiens may actually be a distinct a species, like helmei. Which shows how clear we are.

One thing is for certain. We are the last standing ape standing.

All of which preamble is merely to show my fascination for our earliest past, and why I'd choose to hang about in mainly Africa for around 3 million years. And Peggy at the Poetry Jam said I could!
For other time travellers, go here:
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/2011/12/past-and-future.html

I'm also open linking with the Monday Toads on this one, because I like them. They live here: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2011/12/open-link-monday_12.html




The Birth of Shiva

Wishing I would be present at his first
words, rich click redolent with real belief
about the whys of the world, not just whats,
whens, wheres. In the geological rift
observe, keen, transitional man of species
indeterminate. I need not imagine.
To stand beside australopithecines
(we did for them, one way or another)
with habilis, handy, then ergaster,
then heidelbergensia in that place.
Step time, step pace; erectus in Asia,
we did for them, one way or another;
neanderthalensis we did for too.
You know the rest. Not just skulls, skulls, skulls
and syllables, but carving flesh man,
these ones that went before, the ones that bore
familiar stuff, unusual nonsense.
All that requires is several million years:
I would attend until the moment when,
precisely when, the canny man became.
There is no shade between us; his sun ours,
his needs, wants, lusts and his unsettling tongue
ours. I could press flat forehead against his,
he would press and penetrate, dark, fertile.
He is the sole survivor, sapiens, and we
not luck, strength or size of brain but wisdom
which means drive, cunning and a will to kill.

24 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Your last line certainly sums up our success as a species. Such an interesting and passionate piece about the rise of man.

Fireblossom said...

Survival of the fittest, and by necessity, the most lethal. Too bad that that which may have gotten us here persists in such profusion today, with all the loss and bloodshed that it causes.

Mary said...

Titus, this is an amazingly complex post! I'm not sure I'd like to have been around that long ago, but hanging around Africa for 3 millions years would have been a real trip! Unfortunately so much of what was has been lost! Thanks for jamming.

Brian Miller said...

the will to kill has gotten us far...and continues to do so as we turn now on ourselves....ever more...

Mary Mansfield said...

I'm just blown away, amazing poem here! I do think chasing the whys of life is much more satisfying than the whats, whens, and wheres.

Marian said...

yeah, i really enjoyed this unusual nonsense. glad you shared.

Peggy said...

I am happy to see your poem about time travel and where you would go--this would indeed be a fascinating visit! So many mysteries left. Visiting the past would be such and adventure! And the "will to kill" -- what an "oh my" thought! Thanks for taking this direction on my Poetry Jam prompt!

Jinksy said...

Can't help wondering why half bodies proliferate in Blogland this week! LOL

Titus said...

Thank you all.

cosmos cami said...

Love the carving flesh and the no shade between us.
Really enjoyed the multi-syllabic words. Would enjoy hearing this out loud.

Titus said...

Thank you cosmos! I'll try and soundfile it sometime in the future.

A Cuban In London said...

Agree with cosmos. This is one of those poems that cries out: "Read me out loud!" Fab, fab, fab, especially that ending: "not luck, strength or size of brain but wisdom which means drive, cunning and a will to kill."

Greetings from London.

Margaret said...

And I need to hear it read as some of these words escape my tongue! Very detailed - I can tell you love the subject!

Titus said...

Thank you Cuban, and Margaret.

zongrik said...

if we could go back in time, we would understand so much about human behavior today

Tim Jones said...

Excellent poem, Titus!

It's hard to argue with the concluding lines, but the Neanderthals, at least, aren't entirely gone: those of us who are not of African descent have an admixture of genes of Neanderthal origin, as described here: http://news.discovery.com/human/genetics-neanderthal-110718.html

Rachel Fenton said...

Ooh, hullo, Tim! Nice to see you here :)

I like the slip from technical to primal "press and penetrate" - which brings it all to life quite simply and with great effect.

Also like the internal ma-bobbins - "habilis" and "syllables" - playing with the language of life and language - neat!

Titus said...

zongrik: so right, I think that's part of my fascination.

Tim: hello, welcome and thank you!
Yes, the recent genome work re Neanderthal (and Denisovan) DNA is fascinating. Even though statistically the amount of sexual encounters were on the tiny side (see Currat and Excoffier's analysis here: http://www.pnas.org/content/108/37/15129) there seems to be some benefit to modern humans from the genes we got. The apparent over-representation of Neanderthal and Denisovan HLA alleles in our genome suggests some positive selective pressure for their retention in the human population. Probably.
It's the genetic work that's really driving things at the moment, but I still get most excited about the actual bones and artefacts.

Rachel: isn't it nice when the unexpected turns up! And thank you.

Dave King said...

Fascinating topic, very well set out and a fine poem. A great post, in other words!

I came across an intriguing fact the other day: that when the last great migration of the Homo species out of Africa occurred, the rate of travel was 5 kilometers per generation. That must be a metaphor for something!

Laurie Kolp said...

Thanks for sharing. I agree with Brian and it's sad.

izzy said...

Interesting piece- thanks!
I feel some of us have lost our edge -as you
say in the last line. It feels as if I choose
flight whenever possible, (not that I am a
herbivore) more of a solo creature than pack.
I did/and do migrate.
However if I must do battle I prefer one or two partners!

Titus said...

Laurie: thank you.

izzy: and thank you. Your comment, however, raises an awful lot of images in my mind...

Titus said...

And thanks Dave. Yes, there's mileage in that (ouch).

Rachel Fenton said...

"the amount of sexual encounters were on the tiny side" Hahahahahahaha!

I must say, the tiny response to me beside the mega one to Tim makes me feel rather like the poor Neanderthal relation.....must find [missing] links to drag more out of you!