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Fécos |
I recently had the opportunity to attend Carnival festivities in Limoux, in the Aude. Cathar and cassoulet country.
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Drunken goudil |
It should come as no surprise that many scholars speculate that Carnival has pre-Christian roots, most likely in the Roman Saturnalia, itself based on the Greek Dyonisia and other Near Eastern Festivals. As with New Orlean's Mardi Gras or Rio's gigantesque spectacle, most celebrations around the world involve parades and masquerades, features which originated in Italy and then spread to the rest of Europe.
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Nicolas Sarkozy, gangster clown |
Under the cover of masks, Carnival was a time of great liberty and is often associated with licentiousness and sexual energy, a time when the reigning social order is turned on its head. This was definitely an aspect of the Saturnalia, in which the servant played the master and vice versa. Several related celebrations, featured a king for a day. We will see this is also true in Limoux and is a clear example of one of James Frazer's central themes in The Golden Bough, traditions Frazier sees as survivals of widespread pre-Christian practices.
As for the name, some say it comes from the Latin words for the removal of meat (carne levare)
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Diddled by a goudil |
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Fécos |
Basically, Carnival can be found wherever Christians are. Africa, Asia, the Americas. Everywhere except the Muslim world, basically. Carnival features masks, parades, music, revelry and defiance of social convention. I would like to focus on Limoux because it's the only one I've been to recently and well, the phenomenon is too widespread to cover it as a whole.
Limoux's carnival is hailed as the longest in the world, from January to March, but it doesn't run continuously. Each weekend, different groups, which are almost like neighborhood-based secret societies, represent their quartier. In this it reminds me of the Palio in Siena, a famous horse race of peculiar character, in which neighborhoods are in competition...in fact, I thought this was only a Siena thing, but Palios exist all over Italy. It's not impossible that as Carnival spread from Italy, this neighbor versus neighbor element also derives from Italian custom. This also would support the idea that the Carnival has a Roman point of origin.
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Goudil as 18th C. Lady |
The fécos all do a stylized dance, wear the same masks, outfits and gloves, and carry a kind of whip called a carabéna. This latter resembles the long stick often carried by the Virgin Mary, itself an echo of the accoutrements of certain Greek and Roman Goddesses.
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Trouser snake |
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Grotesque goudil |
Heady stuff and worth looking into further. Any number of books are available on the subject. I've made a (not very musical but literal) translation of the Limoux Carnaval song, from the French, but I include only the original Occitan version below.
Adieussiatz, amics!
Adieu paure Carnaval
- Adieu paure Carnaval
Adieu paure, adieu paure,
Adieu paure Carnaval
Tu t'en vas e ieu demòri
Adieu paure Carnaval
Tu t'en vas e ieu demòri
Per manjar la sopa a l'alh
Per manjar la sopa a l'òli
Per manjar la sopa a l'alh
Adieu paure, adiu paure,
Adieu paure Carnaval
Adieu paure Carnaval
Tu t'en vas e ieu demòri
Adieu paure Carnaval
Tu t'en vas e ieu demòri
Per manjar la sopa a l'alh
Per manjar la sopa a l'òli
Per manjar la sopa a l'alh
Adieu paure, adiu paure,
Adieu paure Carnaval
La joinessa fa la fèsta
Per saludar Carnaval
La Maria fa de còcas
Amb la farina de l'ostal
Lo buòu dança, l'ase canta
Lo moton ditz sa leiçon
La galina canta lo Credo
E lo gat ditz lo Pater
- Goodbye, poor Carnaval
Goodby poor, goodbye poor
Goodbye poor Carnaval
You're leaving and I'm staying
Goodby poor Carnaval
Goodbye poor Carnaval
You're leaving and I'm staying
Goodby poor Carnaval
You're leaving and I'm staying
To eat garlic soup
To eat oil soup
To eat garlic soup
Goodby poor, goodbye poor
Goodbye poor Carnaval
Goodbye poor Carnaval
The youth party
To greet Carnaval
Marie makes breadrolls
With household flour
The ox dances, the ass sings
The sheep recites his lesson
The hen sings the Creed
And the cat says the Pater