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Jeezus, Joe, I want to see the movie. Great moments here. Heah, some of the best writers in the 20th century were 1/2 Jewish, say, Proust, for example. Apparently a good breedal brew to knock-up the language a notch or two! I.e., as you have, take advantage of your craziness! I have a theory, totally un-provable, that Herodutus was a secular Jew. Currently my favorite writer. Stephen V http://stephenvincent.net/blog/ > Argentinian Black Catholic Jew > > I. > > Cante > > He was an Argentinian Black Catholic Jew > It’s too bad but I am one too. > How sadly I think of my father! > > After Mass he would play > Hernando’s Hideaway > Then the Blues, then yell at my mother. > > After Mass he would play > Hernando’s Hideaway > And bitch of the Schwartzes and Yentels. > > Then damn the Ofays > And, in his own special way, > Evict some of the Yids from his rentals. > > II. Cante Cante > > Take a Jew. Take my father. > > > Born in the beginning of the 20th century – > that century of universal disaster. > > Born in the USA to a family of neurotic vaudevillians: > > African American Jews who disguised their Jewishness > and pretended to be an Argentinian family of tango dancers. > > An African American Jew dancing the tango: > the one dance that, above all, speaks of fatality, > of destinies engulfed in pain. It is the dance of sorrow. > > Then take this Jew (my poor Papa) > and arrange it so that he falls in love in Berlin > months before Hitler takes over … > > Falls in love with that fatal woman: Ilsa. > > The rest of the family flees while my Papa -- the fake gaucho -- is drawn > inexorably into the darkest of the dark underworlds that existed in Berlin: > the Nosferatau: the secret society of decadents with their Vampire balls and > Grand Guigonal orgies > > and my father and Ilsa dancing El tango de la muerte there while Europe > descended into madness and my father danced – > > danced to the dark music of the bandoneon and the violin: > > A long stillness as the watchers waited in the dark and my father and Ilsa > waited frozen on the stage and then > > the quick motion that begins the tango! > > stillness… > > and then the sudden violence – > > the dynamic of a frozen world suddenly shattered, > > the apotheosis of the twentieth century! > > > III. Cante Cante Cante > > I stepped out into the night from the funeral home remembering > how horrible it must have been for my father > to pretend he was a Catholic. > > This explained his strange melancholy > during my first holy communion and, > as I remembered more of the story he told me, > I thought back to those times when, > my mother gone to Novena, > how he would lock himself into the bedroom > and all we could would hear was "Hernando's Hideaway" > on the old record player and > > the sounds of my father shuffling about, > > breathing … > > > IV. Cante Cante Cante Cante > > Ilsa said "I am IRA. > And I think I can get us away. > But you must be baptized > And then in disguise > We’ll go to the U S of A!" > > They fled cross the dark Irish sea. > My mother was Ilsa you see > And they remained in good health > And Pope Pius the Twelfth > Cried fie and fiddle dee dee! > > Then they came to these shores at last > But the fad for the tango had passed > What could a Jew do > So he did a soft shoe > Grateful that he wasn’t gassed. > > He starred in some old minstrel show > Papa said he wanted to go > Mama said “You Black Jew > You’re working for two. > > Dance – it’s all that you know." > > > > > Fredonia 7/18/-07 5:11 P> > > > --------------------------------- > Got a little couch potato? > Check out fun summer activities for kids.