More Thoughts on Saudade

 

Living Room. Arandai, Chapada Diamantina, Brasil

In my last post I wrote:

This [most recent] trip to Brasil was an eye-opener for me on a few levels. I felt that I was walking on a tightrope in… the country… I became very conscious that behind the myth of a magical/spiritual Bahia lies a very difficult, and sometimes unbelievably harsh, world of poor, landless, and/or homeless people who suffer yet are determined to surmount obstacles. They struggle daily to survive – and do not always succeed.

I saw a great deal of poverty and began to understand that it is difficult to break through social and economic obstacles (due to the dramatically unequal distribution of income ) – *many* people live in destitution. Black Brazilians are among the poorest. Throughout the country, they live in sprawling favelas (slums) or in abandoned buildings and warehouses, as part of the Movimento dos Sem-Toto (Roofless Movement).  In the Bahian countryside it is common to pass through small villages where the housing is barely basic and where multiple generations of people live together. Quilmbos (also known as mocambos), are plots of land given to those who are entitled to slavery reparations. There is a pervasive lack of decent education there too. The chances of getting out of these conditions are slim to none.

Man in Living Room. Arandai, Chapada Diamantina, Brasil

Yet I also saw strength, endurance, and hope surface in daily life. Upon reflection, I understand this hope to be related strongly to religion. Perhaps it is because the state of Bahia is at the centre of Afro-Brazilian culture and that the Baianos (as the people are called) practice religious and festive traditions that go back to their African ancestry. While I was at the coast, I had the opportunity to experience three different celebrations of Iemanja (the goddess of the sea). In the region of Chapada Diamantina, I witnessed the preparation of the local Patron –  a part of the Umbanda religious celebrations in one particular small village. Umbanda combines Catholicism, African, and Kardecistic religions and is headed by a Catholic saint (sadly I missed this celebration because of food poisoning).

Mother and son on the doorstep of one of Salvador’s Movimento dos Sem-Toto buildings. Salvador, Brasil

Living Room. Arandai, Chapada Diamantina, Brasil

Saudade is the word Portuguese colonists used to express their longing for their mother country; it is considered a melancholy nostalgia for something that may not have even happened and thought of as a central element of the Portuguese soul. It is said that this was the same feeling that was intrinsic to the African population that arrived in Brasil as slaves and who were sick and nostalgic for the homeland from which they were uprooted. It continues today as the millions of Afro-Brazilians hold on to their culture, religion, and traditions. And yet, nevertheless, I was able to see how these utterly impoverished people are able to find love and joy in the everyday, despite acute daily hardship. They are extroverted, are touched by the mystical, and ache for something long-gone. Looking at my photographs, with the distance of just a few weeks, I see that much of what I caught on camera was a mere glimpse of narrow lives, people with a shared past, a long history but an uncertain future.

Girl. Arandai, Chapada Diamantina, Brasil

Boy. Arandai, Chapada Diamantina, Brasil

Girl. Quilumbo near Cachoeira, Bahia, Brasil

Woman. Arandai, Chapada Diamantina, Brasil

 

8 thoughts on “More Thoughts on Saudade

  1. daktari164

    You captured this ‘Tristes Tropiques’ on their faces so well. … True, Saudade differs from nostalgia “in that one can feel saudade for something that might never have happened”, and, perhaps for the Bahia people, they profoundly feel, it never will happen. Poverty as I saw it, it means to worry most the time, of what to feed the kids tomorrow; sadness does not come from shattered distant dreams, but perhaps from deep pre-conscious knowledge inside, without comprehension, that no future will never come…

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    1. Tamar Granovsky Post author

      yes… claude levi-strauss’ book “tristes tropiques”… about the bororro people in brasil. about loss… i have not read this book but have heard about it. i must take it out of the library. religion seems to be intrinsic to the people i met. poverty is to worry about food and the future. pretty much always. i agree that sadness is all about the fact the a future these people dream for will not come. what i observed/sensed was that the home is the centre of social and religious life — that is daily life. home, family, and religion may very well be what grounds the people i encountered and gives them strength. it is not so different from people and cultures everywhere – especially for those people who suffer and/or are troubled.

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  2. s. Phinney

    I think the face of the woman in the pink dress shows what you describe as saudade quite clearly. An excellent post.

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  3. Michelle Chan

    i like the mood of these photos…..like old photos. religion seems to permeate in the air!

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