I was talking to someone last night about anti-hagiographies, and about whether Abelard having his knackers knackered as punishment for being the noisiest and most active cock around might qualify him for a Darwin Award. Ah, said my friend, you obviously don’t know the Jewish anti-messiahs–much more exciting. Well, apart from Monty Python, I didn’t really. So now he’s sent me this:
You have heard about a certain man who was called David Bar-David, who became a messiah and very many followed him. He, seeing finally that it was not finished, was led to the sultan, and the sultan said to him: Show me some miracle from those which you can do. He answered him: I will throw myself into the sea before your eyes and will return alive. He drowned in the sea and very many people who followed him threw themselves into that sea and all drowned.
The accessible rest of Harris Lenowitz’ The Jewish messiahs: from the Galilee to Crown Heights also appears to be highly entertaining.
Should anyone who comes across this post have folktales or whatever that they feel relate to the Abelard legend, please pass them on. I thought that obvious links would exist with doomed rooster allegories, but I’m not striking particularly lucky on the specifics.
- No little negro boys here
Most sad that Barcelona’s Hogar Extremeño (Extremaduran Centre) was unable to host “Yo soy aquel negrito” last Friday. The show’s title
Condescending southerner David Green (he’s Manchester-based) has a piece on the Beeb listing the delights that await Rivaldo when he finally
- Talking Cuban
He ventured along a path, following a field of cane whose leaves shook softly with the noise of a crushed newspaper.
“You call it a bat, but I call it a fluttermouse.”
- Black liberals and white virgins
Here’s an interesting little anecdote to add to my list of fake/bleached virgin stories: Barcellona [sic] has always been celebrated for the