Gypsies
Gypsies have such a rich nomadic culture. I don’t know where these people come from or where they are going. Uprooted from a homeland for reasons to horrible to explore. In search of a new home that does not exist.
If films have taught me anything a gypsy is someone who seems to enjoy the dank cold of a leafless, muddied forest. Perhaps they travel from town to town in the Carpathian Mountains telling fortunes. Riding in covered wagons draped in pots and pans. Half-blind women wearing Stevie Nicks shawls with men who dress like dancing monkeys. They palm read or crystal ball gaze for pennies from passing strangers. Feeding off the gardens of the rich. Camping in the fog far from the towns who shun them. Who are these people? Where do they come from? Hungarian wanderers with the power to curse people.
Even a Man Who is Pure of Heart,
And Says His Prayers by Night,
Can Become a Wolf when the Wolfbane Blooms
And the Moon is Full and Bright.
Poor Larry Talbot had no idea his fate was sealed with these words. Larry, I weep for you. A tortured soul. After a chance meeting with a gypsy was doomed to a life of murder, madness and the desire for his own death. Sequels later he was still a cursed man. His only desire was for someone to kill him. The cure was in his blood. The curse echoed in his head and sometimes even escaped his own lips. Death was the only way out for Larry. Gypsies were powerful then.
Then in 1963 gypsies were portrayed in a different light.
They were the hot-blooded fighting women. The new Amazons. Ready to kill for honor and not afraid to die at the hands of an equal. Exotic beauties that seemed to speak with disembodied voices. Cara tu Cara they fight with all the hairpulling fury of a Russ Meyer film. Objects to entertain the misogonist Brittish not so-secret agent. The show during dinner. Gypsy women were sexy and gypsy men knew how to exploit them.
Today gypsies hang out of passenger-side windows and ask if you want the body damage to your Nissan fixed cheap and fast.
What happened?
If films have taught me anything a gypsy is someone who seems to enjoy the dank cold of a leafless, muddied forest. Perhaps they travel from town to town in the Carpathian Mountains telling fortunes. Riding in covered wagons draped in pots and pans. Half-blind women wearing Stevie Nicks shawls with men who dress like dancing monkeys. They palm read or crystal ball gaze for pennies from passing strangers. Feeding off the gardens of the rich. Camping in the fog far from the towns who shun them. Who are these people? Where do they come from? Hungarian wanderers with the power to curse people.
Even a Man Who is Pure of Heart,
And Says His Prayers by Night,
Can Become a Wolf when the Wolfbane Blooms
And the Moon is Full and Bright.
Poor Larry Talbot had no idea his fate was sealed with these words. Larry, I weep for you. A tortured soul. After a chance meeting with a gypsy was doomed to a life of murder, madness and the desire for his own death. Sequels later he was still a cursed man. His only desire was for someone to kill him. The cure was in his blood. The curse echoed in his head and sometimes even escaped his own lips. Death was the only way out for Larry. Gypsies were powerful then.
Then in 1963 gypsies were portrayed in a different light.
They were the hot-blooded fighting women. The new Amazons. Ready to kill for honor and not afraid to die at the hands of an equal. Exotic beauties that seemed to speak with disembodied voices. Cara tu Cara they fight with all the hairpulling fury of a Russ Meyer film. Objects to entertain the misogonist Brittish not so-secret agent. The show during dinner. Gypsy women were sexy and gypsy men knew how to exploit them.
Today gypsies hang out of passenger-side windows and ask if you want the body damage to your Nissan fixed cheap and fast.
What happened?
posted by Gavin Elster at 9:48 PM
2 Comments:
Those gypsies looks familar. My imagination? Now...what about the tramps and thieves?
They don't use those terms anymore. I think the PC names for those folk are:
Tramps= Sidewalk Moistener
Thieves=Pirates
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