We still remember laughter

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Illustration: «A rose by any other name would still give you a hangover», A4, 2019, Moiret Allegiere

 
We still remember laughter, we, who once felt alive beneath the blue and slightly shimmering skies of never-ending summer vacations, we who spent our teenaged years poking fun at the absurdities and oddities of it all, we who were alive in this fantastic past; in the summers that seemed to stretch into infinity and then beyond infinity, transcending invisible barriers seen and felt by none and all.

We still remember laughter, we who used to hang upside down by our legs from the street-lamps, bottle in hand, roaring with laughter as midnight came crawling in. We still remember laughter.
We who came to grips with reality through the very simple understanding that we should not, would not, could not take this weird and wacky ride of life too seriously, lest we lose our minds and marbles in the abyss right below our feet.

We still remember fundamental humour – the fantastic sensation of being able to detach from and, through heartfelt and bellowing laughter, transcend, comprehend and come to terms with the grimmer aspects of life – to get to grips with the shadow side of humanity through humour blacker and gloomier than the goth-infused melodramatic doom metal of our formative years.

We still remember being able to laugh at ourselves, to have that shining spark of self-awareness, of self-reflection, of self-irony that made it possible to simplify the process of bettering the aspects of our selves worth bettering through self-deprecating humour; all in jest, and yet serious behind the mask and glowing veils of laughter hitting us all in the chest and mouth and face and ears with joy exuberant and bountiful, telling us in sensual whispers that the most important aspect of humanity is to laugh at oneself first and foremost; that laughter is the one unifying force of the universe.

We, who processed death and suffering just as much as we processed life and pleasure through the same fantastic metaphysical optics of laughter and humour as rejuvenating as the fountain of youth – we still remember laughter.
We, who accepted and came to terms with the grim and horrid spectacle of death, of depravity, of despair, of torture, of tragedy and of terror through laughter and morbid, grim humour, bringing tears to our eyes both serious and simple, making us able to find pleasure and solace in one simple fact of this absurdist theatre that is life: life makes fools of us all, and laughter separates the enlightened fools from the fools living in perpetual denial.

We still remember laughter.

We, whose sense of fun and of humour and of laughter even in the face of personal tragedy were enough to get us labelled as strict nihilists, even in our teenaged years, as depraved, jaded cynics, as unfeeling, uncaring sociopaths with no empathy for, nor understanding of, the plight and pain of others – even when the opposite is, was and always will be the truth.

We still remember laughter.

We who knew, without even having to think about it, that humour and laughter is, was and always will be the greatest weapon humanity has ever had – the greatest tool in existence to tear down the walls between us and the vast empty void of existence – to separate us from the empty black pit of despair that lies lurking just behind us in times of trials and of tribulations. We still remember laughter.

Oh yes: we still remember laughter, we who dwell in the realms of unsolicited giggles, sniggers, snorts and various ululations of merriment and joy.
We who still remember giggling in principals offices when, having been caught in some trespass of authority or other, the hammer of judgement was coming down and we cleared our nervous system of nervous trepidations through barely contained humour, perceived, perhaps, as lack of respect, but being quite clearly a mechanism to detach and deal and cope.
Oh, yes: we still remember laughing at the absurdity of it all, at the great abyss that awaits us all at the end of our life. How should one – no – how could one come to grips with the finality of death without being able to laugh at it? How does one keep the joy of life alive when faced with the absolute inevitability of death?

Remember laughter.

We still remember humour.
We still remember laughter.

And we still remember the hushed voices, the looks of discontent, of disbelief, of quit-it-you-punks from those who did not see, nor care to understand, the amount of elation and salvation lying hidden in the simple act of laughing and seeing the light shining through the darkness which seemed to be coming down in full fucking force – to laugh, to laugh, to laugh and as such to understand, comprehend, process and become whole once again after tragedy struck and then be prepared for when tragedy will strike again. A coping mechanism for the enlightened individual, who has realised how laughter is used and at what – or at whom – it is aimed, when and where and how it actually works, a fantastic ability to find something to laugh at, even in the grimmer moments of life, even when the entire world crumbles and falls to the ground around oneself – this one core strength of humanity stands unbeaten still, in the era of censorship and hurt fee-fees.

Still we will remember laughter.

We remember still, in nightmares fuelled by grim spectres floating by and atop and underneath us all, the voices telling us to not laugh, to not crack jokes, to not bring our sense of despair to a fantastic boil-and-let-the-steam-go through bursts of unhinged, unbridled, unstopped emotions, bellowing at the top of our lungs, roaring with magnificent laughter, grim as grim may be maybe, but turning the grim realities of whichever topic was at hand on its head and making us understand and come to terms with it. And the cultural fever-dream we inhabit dare make the claim that men do not deal with their emotions properly! Maybe it is them who do not deal, but choose to hide neuroticism and inabilities to cope with difficulties behind a mask of severe offence; telling others to not cope as they see fit because they themselves are unable to deal with their emotions in a functional and healthy manner; making others submit to their will and whims and flights of fancy instead of learning how to deal with things themselves.

We still remember laughter – Even when displeased looks from teachers or from parents or from passers-by made it clear that this was not suitable, this was not the proper way of dealing with things – that it was, in fact, better to keep the mask of silent subjugation in place and not to laugh, never laugh, never crack jokes darker than the dried up chambers of a politicians heart to lighten the mood and turn it upside-down and inside-out for our benefit and for the great and grand and glorious lightening of the mood.
There are plenty out there who do not deal with life, who take life far too seriously and as such are unable to comprehend the extreme pleasure, the fantastic catch-and-release of emotion that laughter, humour, merriment and dark, morbid grim and final jokes make possible.
Those who cling to suffering like the last few drops of wine cling to the side of the bottle, refusing to come out and play.
Those who are scared, who are trapped within a prison of their own design, who will not, can not, dare not transcend difficulties through laughter and as such refuse others the joy of transcending, understanding and coping through laughter.
Those who wish to subjugate others to their will instead of appreciating the perspectives and coping-mechanisms of others, those who impose their will and lack of humour and understanding and remembrance of laughter upon others because they deem themselves to be above those who transcend the realms of suffering for subconsciously wanting to stay trapped within suffering.

Those who do not gaze into the darkness will never see the light shining within. Those who are unable to laugh or to let others laugh for lack of understanding and of comprehension of the very human urge to transcend tragedies, travesties, torture and terror will never understand and will never fully see the full release of terror from themselves, because they refuse to see themselves fully and wholly; they refuse to understand that laughing at suffering is not a mockery of those who suffer, but a mockery of those who make others suffer. That laughing at those who make others suffer turns a tyrant into nothing but a fleeting joke, an effigy that burns just as easily as any other effigy, that laughing at evil acts and deeds is not a laughter aimed at those who are made to suffer from said evil acts and deeds, but a disarming of the evil in and off itself; a way to make the darkness less dark, a fleeting candle in the dark which will light the way and make the darkness easier to get through.
Comprehension of the dark through the shining beacon of laughter is a very real thing, and something that should never be made to disappear.
Why do you think that tyrants always crack down on jokes made at their expense? Why do you think that humour is the first to go in the great purge, and yet the first – maybe even the only – thing that survives and raises its head once again from the remaining ashes of the purge; blowing, as only it can, on the embers of hope?

Oh yes; we still remember laughter, we who were told that our jokes and our humour was unsuitable, we whose jokes and whose laughter was suppressed by miniature tyrants who themselves were unable to crack a joke or smile a smile at the expense of themselves first and foremost, whose neuroticism enabled them not to have a crack and a go at themselves, but enabled them to crack down on the coping mechanisms of others because the mechanisms of others did not align with the un-lubed mechanism of their selves, all fragility and hopelessness and despair when faced with others who made coping with the dark and the shadow and the abyss a simple matter of catch, release, let go through laughter.

We still remember laughter, even beneath these oppressive skies of do-not-laugh, do-only-weep and do-not-be-humanity.
We still remember laughter, even in the face of those who wish to make fully automated machines of us all, who wish to dictate what is and what is not funny.

We still remember laughter.

And we still remember the class-room saints who proclaimed loudly for one and all that they were offended – highly offended – by our fits of laughter when watching videos or hearing tales read from ancient dusty tomes of wisdom of some tragedy or other, be that tragedy personal or societal, from something that happened and which we, through our laughter and through our cracking of jokes made easily digestible and as such something possible to understand, something whose claws would not dig deep into our shoulders and make a burden of itself and thusly a burden of our life.

We still remember jokes and humour and laughter and – most of all – being happy to be just where we were.

We still remember laughter.

Even in the here-and-now, where it is nigh impossible to laugh and nigh impossible to smile lest the full frenzied fury of the mob comes cracking down.

We still remember laughter.

Even in the here-and-now where the politically correct madness is rampaging through our very humanity, being arrogant enough as to proclaim that our way of coping with difficulties is inappropriate, even when the justice legionaries takes a sledgehammer to our teeth and vibrating diaphragm.

We still remember laughter – even when facing down totalitarianism reaching into the core of our being, cracking down on jokes said to be offensive as if those who are able to laugh in the face of tragedy are the ones at fault, not the ones who are unable to do anything but sneer and frown and grimace with self-aggrandizing dissatisfaction.

We still remember laughter, those of us who were able to, and are able to, come to terms with the very simple fact that we are all going to die, and as such, it is best to enjoy oneself and deal with the suffering and pleasure of life simultaneously, drawing strength from the one fantastic force that we all have in common, the force that ought to unify us and make us see both each other and our selves mirrored in a shining smile, overcoming any-and-all through laughing at the absurdity that is life.

We still remember laughter.

 

  • Moiret Allegiere, 27.03.2019

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A Important Public Service Announcement from the Department of Humour:

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Ill: «Wolf Moon», A3, 2019, Moiret Allegiere

This is a public service announcement brought to you by the Department of Humour, in close association with the Ministry for Giggles, Snorts and Various Ululations. Please pay close attention.

It has been brought to our attention by the Concerned Unisexual Nervous Trepidation Society that various spontaneous bursts of laughter and humour have been known to occur.

Often these spontaneous bursts of unbridled passion have come following a joke of some description. Often, it is proven, this joke is made at the expense of someone else who should not have been made to be joked and/or made fun of.

As we have previously outlined in our announcement of 2020, titled, «Ballistic Unidirectional Laughter and Lasciviousness: Seven Highways to Indoctrinate Terrorists», impulsive and spontaneous acts of laughter, merriment and humour have been proven to be a notable tool for fringe radicals in recruiting right-wing extremists and other undesirable elements of our societies to their cause, as shown in Professor of Patriarchy-theory and Rape-culture, Goebbels Slipslide`s, excellent research and paper on the matter, «Patriarchy as Inter-generational Sacrifice and Salvation: Twisting the Agenda and Killing Equality«.

It should go without saying that this is of immense concern to us, and we consider it an incredible threat to our global-state and the freedoms which we fought so long and hard for. It is of the utmost importance to our stability and long-lasting kindness that these matters be dealt with as swiftly and efficiently as possible.

In an effort to combat this, we have set up the very first centralized bureaucracy for humour and merriment located in Slutwalk-road, Curvystan.

Should you wish to apply for a burst of laughter, you need to fill form Bj- 69-1-1 in triplicate, as well as the general form for applying to use a form for applying, Dp-TnA-bBc-6, which must be filled in duplicate, then signed and stamped by a registered bureaucrat of level 88 or higher. The application will take six to eight months to process, upon which time you will receive your license to laugh, which is good for 36 – thirty-six hours at the most, and 2 – two – hours at the least, depending on what you are applying to direct laughter towards.

We also understand that some forms of laughter and merriment are more pressing and of more urgency than other forms of laughter and merriment. Therefore, an application for giggles and sudden snorts will also be made available. You must fill in a single form 33-Dd, as well as form Dp-TnA-bBc-6 in triplicate. The application will then be processed within two to three months, upon which time you may or may not be granted a license for Snorts or Giggles or Other Ululations of Merriment which is good for 1 – one – hour at the most or 15 – fifteen – minutes at the least, depending upon what you wish to snort or giggle towards.

It is important to remember, that, however much we value the importance of humour and merriment, not all forms of humour and merriment are equal. In fact: some forms of humour and merriment are not humour and merriment at all, but expressions of hatred, bigotry and other undesirable traits which can only ever lead to domestic terrorism, harassment, and unstable displays of archaic power systems.

Should you, or anyone you know, ever show signs of humour and/or spontaneous bursts of laughter or merriment (also included are snorts, giggles, inner trembling as a result of internally displayed laughter, various sounds and movements which may be indicative of enjoyment, etc. etc…) without being able to show a license to laugh, snort, giggle, or otherwise enjoy yourself/themselves, the proper authorities must be notified at once, in order to assess whether or not any damage, be that personal or societal, was done during the humorous assault.

If and/or when you or someone you know are found to be guilty of humorous assault with intent to hurt, damage, kill, maim or emotionally incapacitate, you or they will be taken care of by the Ministry of Equality, Sex and Segregation, who will then educate you or them on proper etiquette and humour as well as how to handle and deal with improper etiquette and humour.

Of important note is also the concerns of the Concerned Unisexual Nervous Trepidation Society as to whether or not this implementation of licenses to laugh will result in targeted assaults of humour, merriment, snorts, giggles or various ululations against women and minorities. It is important, therefore, to make a distinction between humour and assault. We have therefore, in cooperation with Goebbels Slipslide, put together some easy guidelines for you to follow.

– If and when you encounter any minority or otherwise marginalized person, persons or non-person, non-persons, assume immediately that you can not laugh, snort, giggle or otherwise enjoy yourself despite having a pre-approved license to do so.

If someone you know tells a joke that was unexpected and which may at first glance seem to be following the guidelines of safe humour, assume that it will, given further scrutiny, reveal itself to be deeply offensive and/or improper humorous assault, and as such invalid to be laughed at, despite already having a license to laugh. This may not be the case if the person or non-person telling the joke is a woman or any variety of minority. Should you be in doubt as to whether or not someone is a minority, please remember the guidelines of the Codex Nevroticus, wherein all minorities and majorities are listed and ranked depending on the severity of their minority status or lack thereof.

If the joke is in reference to genitalia, please note that genitalia is an archaic concept of power-dynamics and as such are not to be made fun of, for fear of triggering the downfall of our kindness and mutual loving global civilization.

If the joke is in reference to fornication, please note that fornication is an archaic concept of male dominance and is not to be enjoyed in any way shape or form, as it is nothing but a necessary evil; a means of procreation prior to the completion of our spawning chambers. All heteronormative sex is rape. Even if you enjoy it. And rape is not something to be laughed at. Victims of rape have already been assaulted. They do not need another assault. Please show some compassion.

If you are a) Caucasian and b) male, please note that you spent your laughter-and-giggle-quotas already over the past thousands of years, and as such are not liable to receive any license to laugh, giggle, snort in appreciation, vibrate, fluctuate, move, dance, breathe improperly, etc. etc. Notable exceptions can be made with application through the form Mi-LF-DpDD-69-6 in triplicate, which you can only receive if you are now, or ever have been a)a castrato b)a sufferer of prostate or testicular cancer, c)a former woman or women-identifying or d)otherwise emasculated.

Keeping these guidelines in mind, it should not be particularly difficult to distinguish between humour and assault. Should you still be in doubt, it is always safe to err on the side of caution and assume that the best course of action is not to laugh. At least not until absolute certainty in regards to the situation at hand can be established.

Keep also in mind that your own, or anyone else’s, contextual explanation in regards to humour and the original intent with the joke is irrelevant when confronted with the feelings of the victim of humour about the matter. Please note also that the feelings of the victim may be trumped by the Department of Humour if they consider the situation to be a matter of humorous assault and not a harmless joke.

Thank you for your attention and cooperation in these difficult times.

This has been a public service announcement from the Department of Humour, in close association with the Ministry for Giggles, Snorts and Various Ululations. Remember: Humour? Just say: it depends.

  • Moiret Allegiere, 30.01.2019

 

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