- Heroes and villains, politicians and tycoons, rabbis and rock stars
- Poem of the Week / This is your chance to be present
- Poem of the Week / Harpo Marx’s washing machine
- Poem of the Week / The man who played Nazis on bomb sites
- Betting on culture, gambling on art
- Poem of the Week / Israel, the brokedown palace
- Pete Seeger, legendary folk singer and activist, dies at 94
- Poem of the Week / Things are grim now for poets
- The Pete Seeger I knew: Against injustice, dedicated to dialogue
- Poem of the Week / Stargazing leads a father astray
The last time I saw him
he pushed back from the table
stood and pulled up his shirt
to show his stomach.
“This,” he said, “This is solid.”
And I said yes.
Last month I passed
“Crown of the East,”
and thought –
it’s still there
where I sat once with Eli
who’s long dead, and they’re always
still talking song and soccer,
and Arik still drops by now and then.
Today come the news
suddenly with his death,
and the spontaneity of a people’s love,
the same public fervor he would have said
distracts us from important issues…
Yet always, always I hear him
on the radio, on my smartphone,
in my head,
wherever I am
and I think:
this, this is solid.
-- November 26, 2013
Readers who haven’t been asleep for all of the past month are probably aware that the Israeli media have been devoting considerable space to singer Arik Einstein, his death, and his importance. However, newcomers to Israel and readers abroad might be baffled by the magnitude of the hullaballoo.
Haaretz's Chemi Shalev called him “our Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley and Bruce Springsteen all rolled into one...” True, but Einstein was a great deal more. He was our John Cleese, giving us unforgettable comic skits and films; our Greta Garbo, retiring from public performance at the height of his career; our Pete Seeger, giving us a picture of this land and singing for our children; and he was our icon of the new Jew, the secular sabra, lanky, athletic, gifted, intelligent but not stuffy, good-looking and with a fine head of hair.
Nonetheless, it is not obvious to whom Shalev’s “our” refers: Despite Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s claim, there is no consensus that he was Israel’s “national singer”. Indisputably, though, Einstein was and remains deeply important in Israel.
A few glosses: “Crown of the East” is a modest Tel Aviv neighborhood restaurant Einstein and his friends frequented (“our” parallel to Seinfeld’s corner coffee shop in New York); “Eli” is the late Eli Mohar, a songwriter and journalist; and “soccer” refers to Einstein’s devotion to Hapoel Tel Aviv.
The key word is “solid,” used twice. First Einstein speaks it, pulling up his shirt in a gesture only a confident Israeli male in the company of his buddies (or Lyndon Johnson in the company of reporters) would make.
As the last word in the poem, referring to Einstein’s ubiquity and legacy, “solid” is also used in its Israeli sense (solidi in Hebrew), best understood in terms of its opposites: not bling but zip-up flannel house slippers, not fickle or fluctuating. More bonds than stocks in a portfolio. Solid means always there, dependable and of tried and true value.
*Did the public fervor indeed “distract us from important issues?” For a spoof (in Hebrew and bits of other languages) of the arrival of waves of new immigrants and the antipathies among ethnic groups in Israel, watch Einstein and Uri Zohar in a skit from their television show “Lul”: