The songs.
Hundreds of them, in Kreyòl and in langaj — African-derived phrases nobody can now translate and everyone still sings. Each belongs to a lwa and to a point in the service. The theology is in them, along with the complaints, the jokes and the history, and a manbo's standing is measured by how many she holds.
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The Catholic hour.
Every ceremony opens with the rosary, the litany of saints and French prayers before a word of Kreyòl liturgy is said. Outsiders keep trying to peel this off as a colonial residue. Practitioners do not experience it as separable, and a service that skipped it would be regarded as improperly begun.
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The vèvè.
A whole visual language, one design per lwa, drawn in cornmeal on the ground and erased by the feet of the dancers within the hour. It is the tradition's scripture in the sense that it encodes and transmits, and it is made to be destroyed on the day it is made.
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The rhythms.
The most technical knowledge in Vodou and none of it is written. Each nanchon has its rhythms, each lwa its own, and the drummer's kase — the calculated break aimed at one dancer — is what precipitates possession. Drummers train from childhood and the good ones are known by name across the country.
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Ainsi parla l'oncle, and after.
Jean Price-Mars published it in 1928, telling a French-educated Haitian elite that despising the peasantry's religion was a form of collective self-hatred. It changed the terms of every Haitian argument about Vodou since. The other indispensable books — Maya Deren's, Karen McCarthy Brown's Mama Lola — are outsiders' and are treated as such.
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