Shook Ones

ICold open — four names00:00

no music. Dry voice, close to the microphone.

In 1972, in New York, Afeni Shakur looked at her one-year-old son, whose birth certificate said Lesane Parish Crooks, and gave him a new name. She named him for Túpac Amaru the Second, who led the largest uprising against Spanish rule the Andes ever saw. The boy became Tupac Amaru Shakur.

Twenty-six years later, in Harlem, a boy was born to Senegalese parents and named Khadimou Rassoul Cheikh Fall. When he made Mo Bamba, which half the planet screamed along to, he was calling himself Sheck Wes.

In 1972, again, in Newark, a teenager named Lucille O’Neal named her son Shaquille Rashaun. She later told him it meant little warrior.

In 1977, in Barranquilla, on the Caribbean coast of Colombia, a girl was born to a father whose family had come from Lebanon. They named her Shakira.

Say the four names in a row. Shakur. Sheck. Shaquille. Shakira.

Hold the first: it is not only a rapper’s name. Shakūr is Arabic: the one who thanks abundantly. And ash-Shakūr, the Ever-Thankful, the One who repays a small deed with a great reward, is one of the ninety-nine names of God — the Qur’an gives it four times. When Afeni Shakur renamed herself and her son, she gave them both a name of God. Keep that in your ear: the most feared name here is a name for gratitude.

Say the word that Prodigy of Mobb Deep put at the centre of the most menacing song ever recorded in Queensbridge, in 1995: shook. A shook one, he tells us, is scared to death and scared to look.

A word of Arabic hundreds of millions say every day: shukr. Thanks. A word of Sanskrit, the name of a goddess: śakti. Power — and, in Monier-Williams, in the same entry, a spear. A word of Japanese for what a bud does in April: saku. It splits open. It blooms. A word of Swahili for the axe: shoka. And one more, the key to the hour. In Akan, the great language of southern Ghana, saka, in some mouths, is to speak.

Shakur. Sheck. Shaquille. Shakira. Shook. Shukr. Śakti. Saku. Shoka. Saka.

Something happened in the middle of your face ten times. Do it once more, slowly. Ssss: a stream of air, ground against the edge of your teeth. Then k: the back of your tongue slams into the roof of your mouth, and the stream is severed. A hiss, cut off. Your mouth made a cut. Ten times, in six languages, from three continents, it made the same cut.

beat.

You were taught that this is coincidence: when two words from two families sound alike and mean alike, it is chance. I am a physician. I spend my days looking down throats. And I will spend the next hour showing you it is not chance: the hiss and the stop carry one meaning across those languages, because they came from one place. Not one place on a map. One tongue.

Here is the meaning, in one sentence.

S-K is the cut. The mouth performs a cut every time it says the root, and the root means what the mouth does: to cut, to grind, to sever, to strike, to stop something dead.

Two proofs before the music.

The first is from Ghana. Johann Gottlieb Christaller, who wrote the great dictionary of Akan in 1881, has saka: to mix, to stir up; the spoon drawn through the pot like a blade, again and again. In some dialects, saka is to speak. What is speech? A hum from the throat, chopped into pieces by the tongue, the teeth and the lips. The Akan word for speaking is the sound of the cut. Sa, ka. Turn the sounds round and Akan means the same: kasa, in Christaller, is to speak, and a language. Speech is the cut in the air, and the word for speech is the cut.

The second proof I carry on my birth certificate.

Azka is Arabic: azkā, أزكى, the purest. The root is z-k-w, ز ك و, and Lane’s Lexicon gives it two senses that look like two until you hold them together: to grow, and to be pure. Think of a pruning knife: the gardener cuts, the tree grows, and what grows is clean. Azkā is in the Qur’an four times; one now, one later. In the eighteenth sura, the sleepers wake in their cave and send one of their number into the town with a silver coin: falyanẓur ayyuhā azkā ṭaʿāman. Let him look for which food is the purest. That is my name. The purest food in the market.

Hear the cut in it. Z is s with the voice switched on; you will feel it soon. Then k, the stop. Az, ka: the hiss ground against the teeth, then the wall. Purity is not a thing you add. Purity is what is left when the impurity has been ground off: the grit off the sugar, the dross off the gold, the wrong off the heart. Azka is the cut, finished.

Before a note of music: speech is the cut in the air; purity, the cut that leaves the good part. S-K is the cut.

My name is Azka Afzal. This is The Terminology Tales. And this episode is called Shook Ones.

title music. Let it run, then under.

IIThe cut, stated06:30

There was one language. Before the families in the textbooks, the first people spoke one tongue, and every language alive descends from it. That is the Proto-World hypothesis, and this show puts it back on the map. The textbooks say the trail goes cold at eight or ten thousand years. This show says the beginning is still in our mouths: not in whole words, which wear out, but in their atoms, the sounds, and what the mouth does to make them.

Tonight’s atom is S-K. Friction, and a stop. A cut. I hold myself to a stricter rule than any textbook. No word gets in on a resemblance. I will show you the cut in word after word. If I cannot show you where the blade went, throw the word back at me.

A cut has faces. The blade. The strike. The grinding that leaves a thing pure. The stillness after. The hour walks round them, and speech, the cut in the air, keeps coming back.

One thing about method. Every etymology I give inside a family is a dictionary’s, and I will name the dictionary: Watkins, Wehr, Lane, Monier-Williams, the Oxford English Dictionary, Christaller, Abraham. Where I go past a dictionary, I will tell you. The dictionaries stop at the border between families. This show does not. That is the only difference between us.

The rule this hour leans on hardest is the third: place is meaning. In the first episode I called S-K breath meeting a boundary. Tonight I name the boundary. It is a blade. Where a sound is made in the mouth is what it means, and a physician can prove that with your own fingers.

IIIThe mouth08:20

Put the tip of your tongue behind your top teeth, on the ridge of gum, and push air through the gap. Sss.

The vocal folds are open. Air is forced through a channel so narrow it tears against the edges of your teeth, and the tearing is the sound. That is a hiss: air grinding on a surface. It is the sound of a blade on a whetstone.

Pull the tongue back a little, flatten it, and round your lips. Shhh. The tube in front of the constriction got longer, and a longer tube sounds lower, so sh is a bigger, darker grinding than s: a wide blade where s is a thin one. John Ohala called it the frequency code; across the animal world, low means large.

Put your fingers on the front of your neck and say sss, then zzz. You felt it. For z the two folds in your larynx came together and vibrated, and the buzz travelled into your fingers. That is the only difference: the same tongue, the same grinding, and the voice switched on. Z is the grind with a hum inside it. The mill, turning.

The second half. Say k.

Feel where the back of your tongue went: it sealed against the soft palate, the air stopped dead, then the seal broke. A k is a wall, and the wall giving way. Notice how fast it is. A hiss can last as long as your breath. A k cannot be held. It happens in no time, as a blade does. A blade does not negotiate. It comes down. Say it as the Arabic qāf and the seal moves one storey deeper; say it as g and the voice is on. The Throat, on the website, climbs those storeys from the folds to the lips, the way al-Khalīl ordered the first Arabic dictionary.

Put the two halves together. Say sk. Slowly, then fast. Sss — k. Sk.

What has your mouth done? It has taken a stream and severed it. A cut is this: a moving edge, and the moment it goes through. Draw a knife across a rope: s. The rope parts: k. Grind a grain under a stone: s. The grain breaks: k. Every cut has those two halves, in that order, and so does the mouth. S-K is the cut because S-K is a cut.

What the Akan word knows, which a physician can show you. Your voice is not a stream. It is a stream chopped into pieces. When you speak, your vocal folds open and snap shut, about a hundred times a second in a man, two hundred in a woman, and every snap cuts the air from your lungs into a puff. What reaches the listener is a wind cut into slices so fine the ear hears them as a tone. Speech is air cut. Not as a metaphor. As anatomy. The Akan are right.

The three pressures are three cuts. At the thinnest setting, s then k, the cut is fine: a blade, a line. Seek, section, script. Blow harder, sh then k, and the cut is a blow: shake, shock, shook. Switch on the voice, z then k, and the cut is a grinding, felt from inside, that leaves a thing pure: azkā, azúcar, and zikr, remembrance. Three pressures. One cut. The first episode promised you seek, shake and zikr. All three are coming.

IVFour names, one cut12:20

Back to the four names. Three are Arabic, so I must show you how an Arabic word is built: the clearest demonstration on earth of the second rule, the skeleton carries the meaning.

An Arabic word is a skeleton of consonants, usually three, and the vowels are poured around it to make it do a job. Take k-t-b, writing. Pour the vowels one way: kataba, he wrote. Another way, kitāb, a book. Kātib, a writer. Maktab, a desk. Maktūb, written, and so, fated. One skeleton, a whole family. That is what a root is. Hold on to k-t-b; I need it again at script.

Now, Shakur. The skeleton is sh-k-r, ش ك ر, and it carries the idea of thanking. Shukr, thanks. Shakūr, one who thanks abundantly, and ash-Shakūr, the Ever-Thankful, is one of the ninety-nine names of God. Afeni Shakur took that name, and Tupac carried it. Shakira is shākira, the feminine: the grateful one.

Where is the cut in thanks? Thanks is not a feeling. Thanks is a thing you say. It is a piece of breath you sever from yourself and give back to the one who gave. Gratitude, in the Arabic mouth, is a cut made in the air and handed over.

Now, Shaquille. The dictionaries say it is not the same root: the skeleton is sh-k-l, ش ك ل, form, shape. Shakl is a shape. Shakīl is well-formed, comely, handsome, and that is Shaquille. From the same skeleton comes mushkil: difficult, in Arabic, Persian, Urdu and Hindi.

Where is the cut in a shape? A shape is what the cut leaves. You do not add a form to a block of stone; you cut away what is not the form. English shape is a cut too. Calvert Watkins, whose dictionary of Indo-European roots I lean on all night, takes it back to Old English gesceap, and behind that to a root he glosses as to cut, to scrape, to hack, which also gives shave. And mushkil, a difficulty, is a shape that will not cut clean.

Sheck. Cheikh is the French spelling of the Arabic shaykh; Senegal was a French colony. The skeleton is sh-y-kh, ش ي خ: to grow old. A sheikh is an elder; William Bedwell, the father of Arabic studies in England, glossed it in 1615, in his Arabian Trudgman, as a title of honour.

Where is the cut in an elder? His word decides. Listen to decide: Latin dēcīdere, from dē-, off, and caedere, to cut. A decision is a cut. The sheikh is the man whose word ends the argument. His word is the blade.

The dictionaries give me three roots, thanking, forming, growing old, and they are right. They do not ask why all three begin with the same two sounds. A thousand years ago, in Baghdad, the grammarian Ibn Jinnī asked it. He argued that the sounds of a word resemble what it means, and that roots which share their letters share their meaning, and called that al-ishtiqāq al-akbar, the greater derivation. The French Arabist Georges Bohas built a whole theory on it, two-letter cores whose sounds carry their meaning, and it is what this show does.

Read the three names the way Ibn Jinnī would. Sh-K is the core: the cut. Add an r: the cut given back, shukr, thanks. Add an l: the cut that leaves a form, shakl, shape. Add the old, dry kh: the cut that decides, shaykh, the elder. Three branches. One blade.

Tupac is not Arabic: thupaq is Quechua, royal, shining, and amaru a serpent. The root is in Shakur, the name his mother set beside it; but to an English ear Tupac Shakur is one word, and here the ear is the instrument.

And shook. Old English sceacan, to shake; scōc, shook. Kroonen’s dictionary of the parent of English and German gives it no certain relative outside that family. I say it does not need one. Say it: the blow lands, and the thing it lands on trembles. To shake is what a thing does when struck.

Four names, one English verb, three families, one act of the mouth. The cut.

VThe cut in the air17:10

I promised I would come back to saka.

The English verb is speak: Old English sprecan, in King Alfred’s Pastoral Care around 890; the r dropped out later. Strip it: s, p, k. The hiss, the lips, the stop. To cut breath into words. And ask, Old English āscian, in Ælfric’s homilies around 990: the dictionaries take it to a root of wishing, but your mouth files it with the others. A question is a piece of air cut and thrown, the cut at the end of the word, where the question stops and waits.

The sharpest example I know. In the twelfth sura, Jacob has lost Joseph, then Benjamin, and answers the sons who tell him to stop grieving: innamā ashkū baththī wa-ḥuznī ilā Llāh. I only complain of my anguish and my sorrow to God. Ashkū: I complain. The root is sh-k-w, ش ك و, the same sh-k as Shakur with a different third letter, and in Urdu, shikāyat, a complaint. A complaint is pain cut into words. The grief was a weight; the complaint is the weight with an edge on it, turned outward, to the one who can lift it.

Ashkū, I complain: sh-k-w. Shukr, thanks: sh-k-r. One letter apart. The complaint is the cry going out; the thanks, the word coming back. The same two sounds begin them because they are the same act, the word severed from the chest and handed to someone, and the third letter is only the direction it is handed in. When the Qur’an, in the thirty-fifth sura, names God Shakūr beside Ghafūr, forgiving, it is the name of the one who receives the word and gives back more.

One more branch, which Wehr gives in this order. Sh-k-k, ش ك ك: to pierce, to transfix, to run through; and to doubt. One root. Shakk, doubt, is a thing you have been run through by. The sixth rule, every root holds its opposite, lives inside this root without help from me.

Sh-K is the cut in the air. Add a w: a complaint. Add an r: thanks. Double the k: a spear-thrust, and a doubt. Add an l: the shape a cut leaves. Loosen the k into the throat: the elder’s word. Five branches. One trunk.

Here is the hinge of the hour. Speech is a cut. Not like a cut; a cut. Air was flowing, the mouth severed it, and the severed piece is the word. The root does not mean cutting and speaking, as two meanings. It means cutting. Speaking is one of the things you can cut.

VISanskrit and script20:10

Two words you have known all your life and never heard together.

Sanskrit. And script.

Strip them to their bones the way an Arabic dictionary would, setting aside the prefix sam, together, in front; a prefix is not a bone. Sanskrit: S, K, R, T. Script: S, K, R, P, T. Twin skeletons. One has a p in the ribs; otherwise the same bones, in the same order.

Start with script, because the dictionaries have done the work. Script is Latin scrīptum, a thing written, from scrībere, to write. What did scrībere mean before it meant write? De Vaan says it: to scratch, to incise. To cut a line into a surface. Watkins files it under *skrībh-, to cut, to separate, a branch of *sker-, to cut, a root you will meet again. Writing was a cut. A Roman schoolboy cut his letters into wax with a stylus; a mason, into marble.

Script. Scripture, the cut that was kept. The scribe, who makes it. Manuscript, the cut made by hand. And prescription, the thing written beforehand. Every prescription I have signed is, by Watkins, a cut. That is not the show. That is the dictionary.

Here k-t-b comes back, because Arabic went the other way. The Arabic root of writing has an older sense that Lane preserves: to draw together, to stitch; kataba was said of sewing a water-skin closed with a thong. An Arabic book is a binding; a Latin script is a scratch. Arabic named writing for the seam; Latin, for the cut, and reached for S-K.

Sanskrit. The name is saṃskṛta, and Monier-Williams gives it whole: put together, well formed, perfected, polished, refined. It is sam, together, and kṛta, made, done — the root of karma — with an s set between them by a rule of Sanskrit sound. The everyday speech of India was called Prakrit: the natural, the raw, the languages as they came. Saṃskṛta is the one that was worked: ground and polished until nothing rough was left. Sanskrit is the speech that went under the stone. To polish is to cut away the rough with fine grit until only the smooth remains.

You have heard that before. It is my name. Azkā, the purest, is what is left when the impurity has been ground off; saṃskṛta, the perfected, when the rough has. A name and a language, one act. And the same saṃ-s-kṛ gives saṃskāra: in Monier-Williams a sacred rite, and, in philosophy, an impression, a groove cut into the mind by a repeated act. A rite and a habit are one word, and the word is a cut.

Arabic has the same groove at the third pressure, the voice switched on. Dhikr, in Urdu zikr, is remembrance: the name of God said over and over, on the beads, until it is cut into the heart and stays. Hebrew has it by rule, its z answering the Arabic dh: zākhar, to remember; Zechariah, God has remembered. Z, then k: the cut that stays.

Set the twins side by side. Script: the cut that makes a mark. Sanskrit: the cut that makes a thing perfect. The dictionaries put scrībere under to cut and saṃskṛta under to make, and they are not wrong about the roads; nobody had laid the two skeletons side by side. The words for the two most refined things we do with language, the perfected speech and the carved mark, both carry the cut in their bones. When two roads end at the same door, the door is the evidence.

Sanskrit’s children. Śakti, power; and Monier-Williams gives it a second meaning: a spear, a lance. The goddess’s power and her weapon are one word, and the weapon is a blade. Hold that; an Englishman will shake a spear later tonight. Sanskrit also makes śikṣā, learning, the name too of the oldest science of the mouth on earth: the Vedic discipline of where every sound is made, so the hymns are recited exactly. Its whole content is where the cuts fall. Hindi and Urdu make sīkhnā, to learn; a Sikh is, to every Punjabi ear, a learner. What is learning? A mark cut into the mind so it stays. The Greeks had it too: skholē, leisure, the scholar’s school, the time cut out of the day and kept. Sanskrit, script, Sikh, scholar: four cuts, one skeleton.

VIIThe blade25:20

The method, because I keep saying one cut, and you should know how anyone could tell.

Two languages come to hold the same word by three roads. The first road is descent: one parent word, proved by rule. In 1822 Jacob Grimm showed that every k in the parent of English became an h: Latin centum, English hundred. A regular change is a fingerprint. The second is borrowing: a word carried by trade, by conquest, by scripture, by cooking. The textbooks call that contact; the seventh rule calls it a cousin who came home. The third, the one the textbooks close: descent from before the families, from the one tongue. No documents. Only sound and sense: every S-K word of every family on one table, and the question whether each is a cut. Tonight walks all three.

Point the mainstream’s own tool at S-K inside Indo-European, the family of English, Latin, Greek and Sanskrit, and count the blades.

The first blade is a root Watkins writes *sek-, to cut. It gives Latin secāre, and so section, and insect, the animal cut into segments. Sector, a slice of a circle: the Oxford English Dictionary finds it in English geometry by 1570. It gives the sickle, and the seax, the single-edged knife the Saxons carried, and, by an old account that Watkins passes on with a doubt, the Saxons themselves: a whole people named for the cut. Through an extension of the root, to peel off, to flay, it gives skin: the hide, stripped.

The second blade, *sker-, to cut. Shear and share, the piece cut off for you. Shirt and skirt, the cloth cut short. Scrībere, script, which you have had.

The third, *skel-, to cut. Shell and scale: the pieces that flake off. Latin sculpere, to carve: sculpture is what the cut leaves, and the scalpel in my hand is the little carver. And, through Old Norse skil, a distinction, skill. A skilled surgeon cuts fine: she finds the plane between two tissues that a clumsy hand would tear through. Skill is a clean cut where others make a mess.

One more, *skei-, to split. It gives Greek skhizein, and so schism. Here is the one that stops people. It gives Latin scīre, to know, and so science and conscience. To know, in Latin, was to cut one thing from another. English has lost the k, the way Latin centum, said with a k, became the French cent, said with an s; but a Roman said it: skīre. Science is a cut. The dictionaries say so.

Four roots, one shape, one meaning: the Indo-Europeanists found the blade four times and gave it four names. Beside them, a fifth root that looks at first like something else: *sekʷ-, to follow. It gives Latin sequī: sequence, consecutive; sect, from secta, a path before it was a party; and second, the one that follows, which Chaucer writes secounde in his Boece around 1380. What is a second on the clock? The astronomers cut the hour into sixty small parts, partes minutae, and cut each again, and the second cut was the pars minuta secunda. A second is the cut in time, made twice. To follow is to go where something has cut a path. That is seek. Old English sēcan. Watkins gives seek a root of its own, *sāg-, to track down; I set it beside sequī: on the trail they are one act. The hound’s nose follows the line the fox cut. Sake, Old English sacu, which Watkins files with seek, was a lawsuit, a cause. For my sake is for my case: the matter to be decided. You know now what a decision is.

Chaucer also wrote secree, secret: Latin sēcernere, sē-, apart, and cernere, to sift. A secret is what has been sifted out and kept. Remember the sieve; sugar is coming.

Cross the border, and watch the blade stay a blade.

Arabic. The root sh-q-q, ش ق ق: shaqqa, to split, to cleave. The Qur’an opens its fifty-fourth sura with it: wa-nshaqqa l-qamar, and the moon was split. From the same root, shaqīqa, a migraine, the pain of half the head — and the Greek behind migraine is hēmikrania, half-skull, so two languages cut the head in the same place. And ishtiqāq, the word in Ibn Jinnī’s phrase, the greater derivation: it means the splitting-off, and is the Arabic word for etymology. The science this show practises is, in Arabic, a cut. The Arabic for a knife is sikkīn, سِكّين; the classical lexicographers explain the name: it stills the animal it cuts.

Ghana, where the blade is plainest. Akan sekan: a knife, a cutlass. Christaller has it. Put it beside saka and kasa: speech, speech reversed, and the blade, in one language, on one pair of sounds. If I had found only that, I would have made this episode. Yoruba ṣá: to slash with the cutlass, in Abraham’s dictionary. Yoruba got its first dictionary by one of its own speakers in 1843: Samuel Ajayi Crowther, later the first African bishop of the Anglican church. Among the names his people give their daughters is Àṣàkẹ́, which every Yoruba ear hears as a, one who; ṣà, to pick out; kẹ́, to cherish. One picked out to be cherished. To choose is to cut one thing from the rest. Swahili shoka, the axe you said at the start.

Eight languages, three families, none related to the others by any textbook. Every school found the blade on its own side of the border, and none compared notes. This show has no such border; it has the tenth rule, convergence is evidence. One blade, seen from three windows.

VIIIGround grit: sugar32:00

Sugar is grit.

In Sanskrit śarkarā means gravel: grit, small stones. Then, because the first crystallised sugar looked like grit, brown and granular, the word for gravel became the word for sugar. That is Monier-Williams.

Watch the grit cross the world on the second road, borrowing. In Pali it is sakkharā. The Greeks took it as sákkharon, the Romans as saccharum, so the cane is Saccharum officinarum, and in 1879 a chemist in Baltimore with a sweet white powder called it saccharin. The same Sanskrit word went west through Persia as shakar, the Urdu shakkar, into Arabic as sukkar, سُكَّر, and with the Arabs into Spain, where it took the Arabic article: as-sukkar, azúcar. The French made sucre, the English sugar, and the Portuguese jaggery, from a Malayalam cousin of the word. John Gerard gave the cane a chapter in his Herball in 1597. Within a century the demand for its sugar had built the plantations of Brazil and the Caribbean, and the trade in enslaved Africans to work them.

It has been ś and s and sh, and a z on the Spanish page; it has had a k, a double k, a c and a g; and it never changed its meaning. That is the fourth rule and the fifth in one word: the letters trade places, and a shift is a fingerprint, not a divorce. The dictionaries follow it every step, because it is written down. The only difference between the road sugar took and the road I am walking for shukr and shook is that nobody wrote the older road down.

What happens to sugar after the grit? It is refined. Raw sugar is brown because it is full of what is not sugar, and the refiner’s whole art is to crush and boil and wash and sift until the impurity is gone and the crystal is white. There is the sieve: the secret and the sugar are both what it keeps back. The whiter it is, the more has been taken away. Sugar is purity, arrived at by grinding. Which is azkā.

My name, in full. Z-k-w: Lane, to grow, to increase, to thrive; and to be pure. The pruning knife: the two senses are one act. The second verse I promised, from the second sura, sets the word beside its twin: ذَٰلِكُمْ أَزْكَىٰ لَكُمْ وَأَطْهَرُ, dhālikum azkā lakum wa-aṭhar, that is purer for you, and cleaner. From the same root, tazkiya, the purification of the self, and zakāt, the alms every Muslim owes: two and a half per cent cut from the wealth, and the rest is made clean. Hebrew agrees, in four words. Exodus, chapter twenty-seven: the oil for the lamp in the sanctuary must be shemen zayit zakh kātīt, olive oil, pure, beaten. Zakh is the Hebrew of zakī, pure; kātīt is beaten, crushed. The pure oil is the beaten oil. The Torah put purity and grinding side by side; Arabic put them into one root. Akan sika, gold, is what is left in the pan when the gravel is washed away.

The refiner grinds the ore and the gold stays. The miller grinds the husk and the flour stays. A person who purifies herself grinds off greed and fear and the lie, and what stays is azkā. In Spanish, where the article fused to the word, sugar even took my first letter on the page. Azúcar. Azkā. The same music.

IXThe bud cut open36:00

The third road, the one the textbooks close. East first, to a bud in Japan.

Japanese has a verb saku that means to split, to tear, to cleave; the Nihon Kokugo Daijiten writes it with the character for tearing. And another saku means to bloom, written with the character for a flower opening. Two spellings, one sound. Some Japanese etymologists set them side by side as one word, and so do I. Ask what a flower does when it blooms. The bud is a closed fist. Then it splits. The seal gives, and the petals tear their way out. To bloom is to be cut open from inside.

From that verb, the cut that opens, many take the name of the flower the whole nation waits for, and so do I. Sakura. The cherry blossom. All of Japan walks out in April to look at a tree being cut open.

The land is cut too. Saka is a slope, a hill: ground split, one side lifted. The oldest book in Japanese, the Kojiki of 712, already has an Ōsaka, a great slope, on a road through Yamato; the city took the name centuries later.

And sake. The dictionaries give it no settled etymology, and I will not invent one. I keep it for what is in the cup, because that does what the root does. Sake is made from rice that has been polished: ground on a mill until the outer layers are worn away and only the white starch heart is left. The class of a sake is how much was ground off. Leave sixty per cent of the grain and you may call it ginjō. Grind it to half and you may call it daiginjō, the great polish. The finest sake in Japan is rice ground until nothing impure remains. Azkā. Saṃskṛta. Sugar. And the rice in the cup. One act, in four countries.

XThe strike, and the mirror38:10

Blow harder. Sh, then k. The cut as a strike.

Shake. Old English sceacan; scōc, shook. You know the little hammer. I tap the tendon below your kneecap, and the leg jumps: I strike, and the body answers with a movement it did not choose. That is shaking, and the strike is the cut. Shock: French choc, from Old French choquer, to strike against; the Oxford English Dictionary hears Middle Dutch schokken, to jolt, behind it. When I say a patient is in shock, I mean exactly the word: the circulation has been struck, and has stopped. Shakespeare, recorded in Gloucestershire in 1248 as Sakespere: the man who shakes the spear. Which is śakti: the goddess’s spear and the playwright’s.

Cross the border. Zulu Shaka, the king remembered for taking his people’s long throwing spear and cutting it short, for use close, as a blade. And Arabic sikka, سِكّة, the die a coin is struck with, and so the coin; sakka, to strike, to mint. That word is Urdu sikkā, a coin, and the Venetian mint, the zecca, whose gold coin was the zecchino: the sequin. Every sequin on Shakira’s dress is a struck coin, and the coin is a cut.

Shakk is doubt and shukr is thanks. Shake is fear and shake is the dance. That is the sixth rule, and the Arabs wrote the book on it a thousand years ago: Ibn al-Anbārī’s Kitāb al-Aḍdād, the catalogue of Arabic words that carry a meaning and its contrary. Every cut makes two pieces. A word that holds its opposite remembers both sides of the cut.

A trick you can do yourself. Say sack. Say it backwards. Not the letters; the sounds. K, then the vowel, then s. Cass.

You said the French word for broken. Cassé. French casser, to break, from Latin quassāre, to shatter, from quatere, to shake, to strike. That is the root behind quash, concussion, and percussion, my two fingers tapping on a chest. The stop first, then the hiss. K-S.

Say the Arabic for he broke it. Kasara, ك س ر. K-S-R. Kasra, the little stroke under a consonant for the vowel i: the grammarians named it the break. The Akan for to speak, the other way round from saka: kasa. K-S.

Here is what the mirror shows. S-K is friction then a stop: a stream, severed. A cut. K-S is a stop then friction: a solid, shattered into grit. The mouth does the cut backwards and the meaning runs backwards with it. In Akan, kasa is the block of silence broken into words. Al-Khalīl’s dictionary listed every permutation of a root as one family: turn the letters round, and the meaning turns with them. Turn the letters round, and the cut is still a cut.

The mirror does one of two things. Either the meaning turns over, as in kasara, cut become break; or it stays, and only the order in the mouth changes. Here is the second kind. The Arabic root q-ṣ-ṣ, ق ص ص, the stop then the heavy s, means to cut: qaṣṣa, he clipped, he sheared; miqaṣṣ, a pair of scissors. The same verb, in Lane and in the Qur’an, means to follow a track. In the twenty-eighth sura Moses’ mother tells his sister quṣṣīhi, follow him; and from that following comes qiṣṣa, a story. Cut, and follow, in one root. The two roots Watkins keeps apart, to cut and to follow, are one root in Arabic. The cut path, in the mirror, is still the cut path.

Hold onto K-S; it comes back.

XIStillness42:30

What is the last thing a cut does? It stops. The blade goes through, the movement ends, the two pieces lie still. The Arabic root s-k-n, س ك ن, is that last moment. Sakana: to be still, to rest, to dwell. Sukūn: stillness, and the little circle the grammarian writes over a vowelless consonant, to say this one has stopped. Sakīna: tranquillity, the peace that descends. In the ninth sura, at Ḥunayn, when the army has broken and run: ثُمَّ أَنزَلَ اللَّهُ سَكِينَتَهُ عَلَىٰ رَسُولِهِ, thumma anzala Llāhu sakīnatahu ʿalā rasūlihi, then God sent down His tranquillity upon His Messenger, and the running stopped. Hebrew has the same root by rule: shākhan, to dwell; mishkān, the tabernacle; Shekhinah, the dwelling presence of God. In Urdu it is sukūn, the peace a mother in Lahore prays for.

Where is the cut in peace? Stillness is not the absence of a cut. Stillness is what a cut leaves. The army running, and the panic severed. The heart racing, and the fear cut off. The consonant moving toward its vowel, and the grammarian’s little circle: stop here. Remember the knife. Sikkīn is the same three letters, s-k-n: the knife that stills what it cuts. The blade and the stillness after it are one Arabic word. Shock is the strike; stillness is what the strike leaves.

XIIWhat the cut leaves44:10

What does a cut leave? Two things: the piece cut off, and the hollow where it was.

Skin, from that extension of *sek-, to flay: the stripped hide, then the thing that holds the body. Sack: Hebrew śaq, the sackcloth Jacob puts on when he mourns Joseph in Genesis, and Akkadian saqqu; the Greeks took it from Semitic traders as sákkos, the Romans as saccus, the Anglo-Saxons as sacc. A Semitic S-K container has sat in Europe’s mouths for two and a half thousand years: the hollow a cut leaves, sewn round — the pericardial sac, in my trade. Sock: Old English socc, from Latin soccus, a light shoe cut to the foot.

Socket, which the dictionaries say is not from sock: it is Anglo-Norman soket, the little soc, and a soc in Old French is a ploughshare, the iron blade that cuts the earth open. The oldest socket in the Oxford English Dictionary is not a hollow. It is a spearhead. The hollow came later, with the sleeve the blade sat in. A socket is a blade first and a holder second; the container is named for the cut.

Suck: Old English sūcan. The lips seal, the stream is drawn in, and the throat cuts it off; every swallow is a cut. Sacred: Latin sacer, which the Romans defined as a thing taken out of human use and given to a god. Cut off; kept.

Every one of these is the far side of a cut: the piece separated, and the wall around it.

XIIIThe seams, and the crutch46:00

The textbooks’ best objection.

Many of these words are, in the dictionaries, two words glued together, with the s on one side of the seam and the k on the other. Secret is sē-, apart, plus cernere, to sift. Sanskrit is sam plus kṛta, with an s slipped in between. The textbooks say the S and the K never met; they are neighbours across a fence.

There is a whole shelf of words where the s is not a prefix but a crutch. Early Spanish and French mouths could not begin a word with s plus a consonant, so they propped a vowel in front: scrībere, escribir. Escape is Latin ex-, out of, plus cappa, a cloak: to slip out of your cloak and leave it in his hand.

Seams and crutches. Two answers.

First: look at each side of the seam. In secret, the far side is cernere, to sift, and to sift is to cut the fine from the coarse. In Sanskrit, the far side is kṛta, made, and the whole word, by Monier-Williams, means polished, which is the cut finished. And the s slipped between them every Sanskrit mouth has said for three thousand years. The seams do not put a cut next to a non-cut. They put a cut next to a cut. Look at the prefix in escape. Ex. Out of. Say it. Eks. K, then S. It is the mirror. K-S: the solid shattered, kasara, casser, concussion. What does ex- mean? Out through the wall. The Latin prefix for breaking out is the cut in its mirror, and the Romans reached for it when a boundary broke: exit, escape, and excise, to cut out. The cut in escape is the root doing in the prefix what it does everywhere else.

Second: the seams are where the words came from; they are not what the words are. Those words were spoken by people who did not know Latin, who heard and passed on an S-K word for a thing sifted apart and kept. The seam is the etymologist’s knowledge; the sound is the speaker’s, and a language is what its speakers hear. The dictionaries explain how the word was assembled; the system, why the assembly held.

XIVThe deep road48:30

Is it a coincidence?

The textbooks have one real argument left: with twenty-odd consonants to choose from, many words in any language will begin with an s-sound and a k-sound, so S-K words for cutting turn up anywhere.

Here is why it fails. If the S-K words were scattered at random across meanings, the ones for cutting in Akan and Latin and Arabic and Japanese would be no more common than those for blue or grandmother. They are not. They cluster. The words that begin with the grind and the stop cluster around the cut, and the families’ own scholars, working alone, reconstructed that cluster under different names: *sek-, *sker-, *skel-, *skei-, sh-q-q, q-ṣ-ṣ, saku, sekan. That is not randomness. This looks like a blade.

A second answer, which the textbooks handed me in 2016. Damián Blasi’s team took a hundred basic words in nearly two-thirds of the languages on earth and asked whether particular sounds sat in particular meanings more often than chance. The word for nose tends to hold an n; round and red tend to hold an r; tongue tends to hold an l, in families no tree connects. The authors say the pattern arose independently, again and again, because the same mouth keeps making the same choice. I say: or once, in one mouth, and never lost. Either way, sound carries meaning across every language on earth. The textbooks measured it, and declined to name it.

The rule that nothing can be seen past ten thousand years? In 2013, Mark Pagel and colleagues showed that some words are replaced so slowly they can be followed for fifteen thousand years. In 2010, Edward Vajda tied Ket, in Siberia, to Navajo across the Bering Strait. The wall moves whenever someone leans on it. I am leaning on it.

The deep road. Shukr and shook and śakti and saku and saka are not cousins by document. They are cousins by sound and sense, on a thread the mainstream’s own tools trace inside every family and refuse to trace between them. This show traces it between them.

XVShook51:00

Let me end where I started: the word.

Shook. Old English scōc, the past of sceacan. In 1957 Otis Blackwell wrote a song about a man undone by love; Elvis sang it: All Shook Up. Thirty-eight years later Prodigy and Havoc, two young men from Queensbridge, made the same past tense mean the thing under the love. Fear. A shook one is a man who has been struck and cannot stop trembling. He pretends he has not. He is scared to look.

The Proto-World hypothesis has been a shook one for a century. It was laughed at in 1905, when Trombetti wrote it out in full, and in 1994, when Ruhlen did. It has been scared to look.

This episode looked. Here is what it found.

It found speech a cut in the air, in the larynx and in Ghana. It found my name the cut that leaves a thing pure, and Sanskrit and sugar and the rice in the cup the same cut. It found four famous names one blade with three handles, script and Sanskrit twins. It found the blade in Watkins four times over, science a cut, and a knife in Ghana beside the word for speaking. It found the mirror, sack and cassé, again inside a Latin prefix; and stillness the moment after the blade. Under all of it, one act, the hiss and the stop, through every language I can pronounce and, I would bet, every one I cannot.

S-K is the cut. The mouth performs a cut every time it says the root, and the root means what the mouth does. Not a coincidence. A tongue.

beat. Music begins, low.

The Descent’s shook tab sets six words near the top. Arabic ash-Shakūr, the Ever-Thankful, one of the ninety-nine names: sh-k-r, to thank, the name this hour began with. Then ar-Razzāq, the Provider, one of the ninety-nine names, and rizq, the provision God sends. Scribe: the writer, Latin scrība, from scrībere, first to scratch; and prescribe, to write before: both Watkins’s *skrībh-, to cut, as we heard at script. Check: the king in danger, the move cut short — Old French eschec, from Persian shāh, the king; the register reads it as the king stopped dead. Chicago: the city on Lake Michigan, a French spelling of the Miami-Illinois šikaakwa, the wild leek; its case is to come. The register already carries more, most read this hour: sikkīn, the knife, and sakana, to dwell, both s-k-n; sikka, the die, sakka, to mint, sikkā, the coin; shikāyat, the complaint, Arabic shikāya; shukr, thanks, in Urdu shukar, and shukriya; shakk, doubt; Hebrew mishkān, the dwelling, and Shekhinah or Shekinah, the dwelling presence; śikṣā, learning; sakura, the cherry blossom; sickle, section, sector, segment and insect, on Latin secāre, to cut; scale, the fish’s plate, the ladder; schism, from skhízein, to split; sequin, from the Venetian mint; shakar, shakkar, sukkar, sugar and azúcar, the grit; and sky, Old Norse ský, a cloud. The tab also carries words waiting for their case: risk, the chance of harm, from Italian risco; French secouer, to shake; Urdu shakl, said shakal, the face, the shape we met; shackle, the fetter; shack, perhaps Nahuatl xacalli; psychiatry, the breath’s healing; Ezekiel, God strengthens; Isaac, laughter; izakaya, the sake house; izquierda, left; whisker, a wisp; obelisk, the little spit; discuss, to shake apart; askance, sidelong; hibiscus, the mallow; skull, unexplained; skillet, the little dish; esquire, the shield-bearer; escheat, the lord’s due; dusk, the darkening; disc, discus, desk, disco, discover and describe; Spanish desconectar, desconfiar and descalzo; ʿishq, the clinging love; secure, free of care; musk, miskīn and music; task, the work set; tusk, the long tooth; saxophone, Sax’s horn; succotash and Sacagawea, from Narragansett and Hidatsa; Tuskegee, the Creek town; mosaic, the Muses’ work; massacre, slaughter; scabbard, the sheath; mask, the false face; auscultate, to listen; and, with the J heard as the K, sage, the wise; Arabic sajda and masjid, the bowing and its place; Sājida, who bows; sajjāda, the prayer rug; Urdu sajan, the beloved, sajānā, to adorn, and sāg, the greens; sapient, savant, savour and savvy, from sapere, to taste; salvia, the herb; sagacious, keen of scent; saga, the tale; sag, to droop; siege, seat and session, the sittings; sojourn, the stay, and sigil, the seal; usage, custom; massage, the kneading; misogyny, hatred of women; Urdu tazkira, the memoir of poets and saints, from Arabic tadhkira, the reminder; Greek didáskein, to teach; nuskha, the copy, and in Urdu the physician’s prescription; disgust, the taste turned against a thing, from Latin gustus; Jessica, Shylock’s daughter, probably from the biblical Iscah; Arabic jazāka llāh or JazakAllah, may God reward you; ghasaq, the darkness of the night’s beginning, and ghāsiq, the dark that comes on, in the Qur’an at 17:78 and 113:3; the jackal, Persian shagāl, from Sanskrit sṛgāla, and Turkish çakal; cicada, the summer singer, Latin cicāda; Tuscany, Toscana, the land of the Etruscans; schedule, late Latin schedula, the little sheet; secular, of the age, Latin saeculum; skim, to take the scum off; scam, the swindle, of unknown origin; skit, the comic sketch; schizophrenia, from skhízein, to split, and phrḗn, the mind; scant, Old Norse skamt, short; scum, the froth; maskan, masākin, the dwelling, the dwellings; saqf, the roof; sūq, English souk, the market; sāqī, the cupbearer; shikār, English shikar, the hunt, from Persian; Iskandar, Sikandar and Sikander, Alexander; Hebrew sheqel, the shekel, from sh-q-l, to weigh; ski, Old Norse skíð, split wood; skate, the ice blade, Dutch schaats; scar, Greek eskhára, the hearth, the scab; scheme, Greek skhêma, the form; scout, sent ahead to listen, from Latin auscultāre; kiosk, Turkish köşk, Persian kūshk, the pavilion; khaskhas, the poppy seed; ayahuasca, Quechua ayawaska, the vine of the dead; Urdu sakht, hard, sakhtī, hardness; fāsiq, the transgressor; Hebrew Pesach, the Passover; physics, Greek phúsis, nature; passage, Latin passus, the step; Latin piscis, the fish; security, from sēcūrus, free of care; obscure, dark; whisk, probably Old Norse visk, the wisp; Urdu be-shak or beshak, without doubt; toxic, Greek tóxon, the bow; signal, Latin signum, the sign; and whisky or whiskey, Gaelic uisge beatha, the water of life. I set each beside the cut, with its road; the case is to come.

The words this hour traced are on the register, each with its dictionary. Next time, A Voice or a Vessel?: Latin vox and vas, the V-S root, and which came first.

I am Azka Afzal — the purest; the thing the grinding leaves behind. Thank you for listening. In Arabic, and you know what your mouth is doing: shukran.

Once more, so it lands where Prodigy put it: at the back of the throat, where the blade stops.

Shook.

music up and out.

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