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Future Remains
A Cabinet of Curiosities for the Anthropocene
Gregg Mitman, Marco Armiero, Robert Emmett, Gregg Mitman, Marco Armiero, Robert Emmett
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What can a pesticide pump, a jar full of sand, or an old calico print tell us about the Anthropoceneâthe age of humans?Just as paleontologists look to fossil remains to infer past conditions of life on earth, so might past and present-day objects offer clues to intertwined human and natural histories that shape our planetary futures. In this era of aggressive hydrocarbon extraction, extreme weather, and severe economic disparity, how might certain objects make visible the uneven interplay of economic, material, and social forces that shape relationships among human and nonhuman beings? Future Remains is a thoughtful and creative meditation on these questions. The fifteen objects gathered in this book resemble more the tarots of a fortuneteller than the archaeological finds of an expeditionâthey speak of planetary futures.Marco Armiero, Robert S. Emmett, and Gregg Mitman have assembled a cabinet of curiosities for the Anthropocene, bringing together a mix of lively essays, creatively chosen objects, and stunning photographs by acclaimed photographer TimFlach. The result is a bookthat interrogates the origins, implications, and potential dangers of the Anthropocene and makes us wonder anew about what exactly human history is made of.
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There is nothing for you to say. You must / Learn first to listen . . . / And, though you may not yet understand, to remember.
W. S. Merwin, âLearning a Dead Languageâ (2005)
the huia-trapper // whistles the song / I try to resist // I want to tug / something out of him // the radio voice says / believed to be extinct
Hinemoana Baker, âHuia, 1950sâ (2004)
The Object
This chapterâs objectâwhich embodies the Anthropoceneâis an aural relic. This relic is the recording of a human imitation of extinct birdsong, which I am calling âHuia Echoes.â âHuia Echoesâ is a dramatic chorus for our age, and beyond (plate 4).
Prelude: First Encounter
A few years ago, I was searching the audio archives of the Macaulay Library of the Cornell University Lab of Ornithology for recordings of living birds to accompany a talk on âRemembering Nature as Hope.â In the process, I incidentally came across the call of an ivory-billed woodpecker. I knew that this bird kind of the southeastern United States and Cuba was likely recently extinct. I caught my breath when I heard this vanished voice. My awareness roused, I made a list of the avian species listed as extinct by the âIUCN Red List of Threatened Speciesâ and checked to see how many of these birdsâ songs and calls had been saved in Macaulayâs collection. I discovered that of 140 extinct species, the voices of only 5 were represented. Hearing each one evoked poignant feelings. Catalogue number 16209 titled âHuman Imitation of Huiaââa mid-twentieth-century soundtrack of a now-deceased MÄori man mimicking songs of already extinct huia, a bird endemic to Aotearoa New Zealandâin particular, haunted me.
I could not forget these dead voices, living on.
May we never forget.
Perhaps more of us, following poet Merwinâs advice to âLearn first to listenââto this bonded group of singing remainsâwill also remember and come to deeper hearing. Perhaps, in hearing, as Baker in her poem writes, though we may âtry to resist // . . . to tug / something outâ of the multiplex voice, we will learn that something from within ourselves is wanted to help enrich and multiply the whistling echoes.
The Historic Score: âHuman Imitation of Huiaâ
The recording in Macaulay Library titled âHuman Imitation of Huiaâ includes narration by Robert Anthony Leighton Bately, a man of British stock, descended from pioneer families. He explains that what we are hearing is a MÄori man named HÄnare HÄmanaâa bird mimic who in his younger days had heard living huiaâwhistling his re-creation, after they were extinct, of a sonic scene. In this imagined plot, a male and a female bird carry on a dialogue as they feed together in a forest. Here is that historic recording with Batelyâs narration:
Audio 1: Listen to âHuman Imitation of Huiaâ: http://macaulaylibrary.org/audio/16209.
Figure 3 is the recording transcribed as a score.
Presenting the Object: âHuia Echoes,â A Dramatic Chorus
The narration helps sketch the story behind the imitated birdsong in the original recording. It was the whistle that charmed me, though. So, with the generous help of technicians, we removed the narration, freeing only the song to replay (see fig. 4).1 The intention of the descriptive words along with the human memory of a native bird tongue still shape the grammar of the musical phrases as the dramatic chorus resounds.
Audio 2: Listen to âHuia Echoes,â a song of the Anthropocene: http://www.nzbirdsonline.org.nz/sites/all/files/27%20-%20Huia%20%28Imitation%29.mp3.
This, then, is the aural relic I am calling âHuia Echoesââthe chorus of extinct birdsong, echoed by human voice, echoed by machine, which may be played repeatedlyâbeginning, middle, end, beginningâlooping into listenersâ heads, potentially echoing on.
âHuia Echoesâ: Biographical Notes
Brief History of Huia, the Echoesâ SourceâOf all the lands of this vast earth, huia, a unique wattlebird, inhabited mainly the northernmost of a pair of stormy southern islands that rifted from Gondwana 80 million years ago. Huia ancestors may have flown here from Australia on westerlies across the sea 50 million years later. The islandsâ first human beings, the MÄori ancestors, finally appeared just 800 years ago. The name they gave the birds sounds like their songâhuia. And the birdsâ place, also the peopleâs new home, they called Aotearoa, or, in English, âlong white cloud.â Later, European colonists, whom MÄori named PÄkehÄ, christened the islands New Zealand. The bird, in Latin, became known as Heteralocha acutirostris, which in English means something like âthe husbandâs is different from his wifeâs piercing sharp beak.â
Huiasâ best-known calls have been described as a flute-like whistle with a prolonged note followed by short, quickly repeated ones, and as a recurring legato phrase quivering at the end. The birdsâ songs issued from their ivory bills, which were sexually dimorphic to an unusual degree. Femalesâ bills were lancing-long and gracefully curving. Those of males were short and sharp like pick-axes. A pair of orange wattles, fleshy pendants ornamenting the gape flanges of both sexes, contrasted brightly with feathers that were silky blue-black from head to tail. The tips of a huiaâs twelve tail feathers, however, like his or her bill, were the color of ivory.
In the early decades of the twentieth century, huia joined a long line of these islandsâ birdsâa quarter of them, or over fifty speciesâwho have become extinct since the first human contact in the thirteenth century. More than half of these species, including every kind of moa, vanished between the time of MÄori and eighteenth-century European arrivals. The rest were rapidly lost after PÄkehÄ came. And, currently, many more speciesâincluding huiasâ closest relatives, saddleback (tieke or Philesturnus carunculatus) and North and South Island kĹkako (Callaeas wilsoni and C. cinerea)âare on lifeâs brink.
The loss of huia, extinct by the early twentieth century, can be blamed on a constellation of place-specific, human-initiated causes that today also ring, repeatedly, with global familiarity. Causes involved acute and chronic disruptions of long-evolved interdependencies among minerals, soils, waters, plants, animals, and air. At the time of MÄori ancestral canoe arrivals, the islandsâ only mammals were bats. These first people brought with them bird-hungry Pacific rats. Then, a few hundred years later, European ships delivered more mammalian predators, like Norway rats, cats, stoats, and ferrets. Red deer from Scotland ate regenerating forest; and exotic birds, such as minas from India, brought unfamiliar ticks that stressed local birds.
Humans also dispatched huia directly. Traditionally, MÄori hunters snared them for their beautiful tail feathers used for chiefly and sacred purposes. With the firepower of guns and the commodification of their feathers as hat ornaments (particularly after the future King George V donned one), and as parlor curiosities and museum specimens, PÄkehÄ and MÄori hunting intensified. From the nineteenth century, intense PÄkehÄ-driven alterations of land and water also expanded. The new-come imperialists bought or appropriated wide swaths of forests and swamps, many of which were huia and MÄori whenua or ancestral places, supporting and supported by interwoven avian-human indigenous identities. The newcomers burned, timbered, and drained these places and divided long-standing relationships in exchange for a managed system familiar to themâ one of grass pastures, sheep and cows, and crops of potatoes, oats, and wheat, mined minerals and fossil hydrocarbons, railways and towns of well-warmed houses with weeded gardens, Chinese cherry trees, roads, shops and banks, stone cathedrals, museums, radio stations and recording machines.
Echo 1, Human Voice: Curious huia could be lured near to a practiced imitator whistling a resemblance to their songs. As a young man, HÄmana (b. 1880; d. >1949)2âa member of Te Aitanga-a-MÄhaki, NgÄti Porou, known in Batelyâs words as âa local MÄori experienced in giving huia callsââassisted in at least two PÄkehÄ-led huia search expeditions in 1908 and/or 1909. Only one bird was encountered on the earlier expedition through formerly prime habitat in the northern portion of the Ruahine Range of the North Island.
Huia had occupied wet mountain forests with arching tree branches of wide-girthed tĹtara with gold-flaking bark, rendered by PÄkehÄ artists as cathedral-like, and stands of southern beeches floored with decaying boles stocked with huhu grubs and hinau trees with tasty purple berries, both of which huia and MÄori liked to eat. Huia frequented tangled manuka groves teeming with tree-crickets, another bird delicacy, on grounds sloping into brook-fed ravines of towering crimson-flowered rewarewa and pukapuka shrubs fragrant with cream-colored blooms. In the soundtrack, now as an aging man, HÄmana echoes a pair of remembered huia voices, whose kind no one will ever hear again in the flesh, singing to each other in an area of their former forest.
Echo 2, Machine Recording: The PÄkehÄ habit of collecting skins of birds known to be endangered to save some museum knowledge of them, or to keep as cabinet curiosities, perhaps extending even to takings for keepsakes of MÄori tradition, paradoxically, reduced avian numbers already in perilous decline. Recording equipment, on the other hand, could multiply rather than deplete stocks of avian songs, but was not readily available before huia were gone.
By 1949 the city of Wellington had a radio station with recording facilities. Understanding the bird to be an âobject of unusual interest,â Bately, as a local historian and author, wanted âto preserve a resemblance to the call of the huia . . . which is believed extinct.â So Bately invited HÄmana, who, like him, lived in Moawhango near Taihape, to travel together about 140 miles south to station 2YAâs (now RNZ National) studio.
There, prompted by Bately, HÄmana whistled his recollection of huia calls into a microphone. Technical experts used a recording lathe to etch the composite music of native bird tones and MÄori echo, plus PÄkehÄ narration, into a spiral of grooves on a black lacquer disc, which, as it spun in contact with a needle, could be played back. This machine sounding, then, is a second echo that not only reproduced a remnant of the extinct birdsong, but also saved human memories of huiasâ phrases, along with the thus-obscured cultural tradition of learning them. All of these losses were given a voice.
Echo 3 and Echoing On, Song-repeating Listeners: The bird-man-machine soundings thereafter circulated and multiplied into countless other echoes, in reproduction of the recording sung out by turntables and by newer kinds of playback machines, and, by some listeners, even embodied and rehummed into the living world. Soon after the Wellington recording was made, the dramatic soundtrack was presented as part of a talk on âNative Birds of Our Districtâ by V. Smith of Taihape to the Royal Forest and Bird Protection Society, which appears to have held the phonograph record. Later, the original ten-inch acetate disk was copied onto tapes, including by the New Zealand Broadcasting Corporation. John Kendrick, a New Zealand conservationist, sound recordist, and radio host of âMorning Report bird calls,â took a copy of their tape. This copy was copied by field collaborator William V. Ward for the Cornell Lab of Ornithology. The lab labeled the recording as catalog number 16209 in their Library of Natural Sounds, now the Macaulay Library. Macaulay began digitizing in 2000, subsequently making their holdings available to echo on with a quick click through the Internet. This, as Iâve explained, is how I first encountered âHuman Imitation of Huia,â which became edited into this chapterâs focal objectâa sonic artifact, which I am calling âHuia Echoes.â
Spinning âHuia Echoesâ
There is âa way the older people have of telling a story,â MÄori author Patricia Grace says, âa way where the beginning is not the beginning, the end is not the end. It starts from the center and moves away from there in such widening circles that you donât know how you will finally arrive at a point of understanding, which becomes itself another core, a new centreâ (Thompson 2008, 66).
Perhaps âHuia Echoesâ is telling this sort of story, starting at the core of a once-feathered source of destroyed-forest birdsong, circling out in a formerly-forest-bird-interwoven-manâs voice, recorded by a descendant of colonist pioneers into the grooves of a spinning disc, then copied into other machines to repeat into air, potentially resounding through unknown ears and recurring in othersâ tongues elsewhere.
This choral artifact as a whole, then, might enchant our imaginations into another central starting place that begins with listening to âHuia Echoesâ as a different kind of being. Indeed, this compound voice, I have come to feel, unexpectedly, is not an object after all. The extinct music somehow is not dead. Latent within technology, âHuia Echoesâ is an alive companion, evident when I switch on a machine. Indeed, keeping near, housed in my iPhone, this musical story-teller by encouraging me to hear others helps me feel less alone.
Flowing through a legacy of saved memoriesâelemental, biotic, and mechanicalâthrough a small speaker, the birdsong traces replay into different places. I begin to understand the mimicked dead birdsong as a de-feathered, skin-less teacher, an audible silenceâa reverberating absenceâbringing forward the past in moving conversation with the present.
For example, listening in boreal Alaskaâs Atigun Pass, I hear the colonistâs machine-bound avian and human prisoners absorbed into wind sounding on rocks, water, and tundra leaves. I want to shout âQuiet!â to the play of air. But, keeping myself still, I also wish the currents to rush on in their forgetting way, dissipating cruelties to each unique winged-body and dark-skinned person who has suffered them. An inkling blows in from behind, whispering: we belong to each other.
As I listen in the foggy pillared peaks of Wulingyuan Scenic Area of Chinaâs Hunan Province, âHuia Echoesâ pushes through a din of human-crowd voices so effectively that the whistle draws curious and also nervous looks. As do I, with my blue eyes and pale skin. My first impulses want me and my singing friend to hush or blend in alongside a contrary one to defend us both in a very loud voice, followed by an urge to announce my history of oppressing failuresâpersonal and ancestralâto act with such spirited care toward all manner of life, accompanied by a humiliating feeling that this in itself can be self-aggrandizing. An insight rises from within, humming: desire healing.
It is this legacy of failureâinstitutionalizedâthat has delivered the world-of-life into a global epoch of dire consequences, still unfoldingâmany of which, despite anyoneâs deepest desire otherwiseâcan never be unmade, like huiaâs extinctionâan entire bird languageâextinguishing entwined Maori sacred tradition. This is the epoch that some have dubbed the Anthropocene, which might be considered yet another starting point for a fresh round of storytelling.
Anthropocene Remains
The Anthropocene, in albeit contested geological terms, is characterized by marks of worldwide human domination in fossil and chemical changes in soils, sediment, ice, or rock. In cultural terms this is an epoch of evidence-based perceptions of rippling, unintended outcomes of human actions reversing billions of years old trends of generative Earth. Reverses include unprecedentedly rapid rates of extinctionâcareening, in a matter of centuries, toward the likelihood of over 75 percent of bird species missing plus a similar proportion of other living typesâwith soil fertility diminishing faster than building up interpenetrating with global climate change, rippling in other forms ruin, unjustly distributed.