Humour!! Presumably everyone has it....here is a nifty table in three concentric rings....ooh the mockery is used a lot.
here's a good mockery song!! enter------> mongoloid, devo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6lY8UmMIUY&feature=fvw
My father will call me sometimes in the morning whilst getting either getting children off school or while I am having a sleep in. It will usually consist of a variation of jokes that I have heard a few hundred times in my life that are long, and even worse drawn out, in which the gag line is a woman who will be talking about her vagina in some way or another, usually how much she uses it (of course she is usually blonde). If I haven't dutifully answered the phone on the third ring it will consist of how neglectful or unmotivated I am in phone answering, in joke form. I am not a morning person or particularly a lover of vagina jokes that are long and drawn out. I don't respond well to jokes that are derisive of groups, races, gender or of me in the morning!!! This is my father's form of entertainment. Lovely!!
My brother will call me sometimes and we will start out with a greeting of questions and answers which result in the saying "living the fucking nnniii....dream". Sometimes in hysterical fake cackles. We have an understanding of the dark humour to be surrounded by people who refuse to think long enough before acting or saying and they will become the object of our sick sad world of ongoing jokes, we will formulate names for complex characters and talk in code which needs a manual for anyone new to understand. Of course people can tell we are joking because we are giving the knowing look of irony and sarcasm whilst we are thinking up the next addition to the family of caricatures whilst adding acronyms and mumblings and looks only interpreted between us before a giggle. Truth be known I think we may even share a brain for irony jokes.
My mother will call me sometimes and we will chat with a few ad libbed one liners thrown into the situational comedy of errors, slapstick and visuals have to be portrayed by the mother which is fitting since she is a multi media artist. Undercurrent mutually enhancing plays on wit will always flow from the mother which keeps everyone bouyant with undoubted wry grins as we go about our daily dark business.
We all love a good fart joke, cat shit jokes can be told over the dinner table as a matter of course. It's a family fun game to sit and tell of your conquests of farts and your derision of people farting around in obscure places. The dinner table is the place where nothing is sacred. Whilst all of us remind each other that we are eating, we are all of us secretly thinking a step ahead to up the gross stakes and go that one step further....all stories collected since last time we sat together along with a few oldies thrown in for good measure.....speaking of oldies "Don't mention the war" is a reminder of a time when my mother and I were living with an unnamed stray cat which we both hated that had a propensity to shit out of malice and was frequently discussed over dinner until one time I nearly lost my biscuits just thinking about it and had to be excused from the dinner table. "Don't mention the war" is an indication that it is going to be a free for all over the dinner table and if you are feeling queasy you had better think up a quick excuse to leave.
Besides family traditions of sick humour, the point that I am trying to make takes us back to the first post where the question was posed whether or not sick humour is only for the sick.
I went to a Billy Connolly show once and laughed so hard that the mexican that I had eaten earlier sat in my throat for the rest of the night and upon coming out of the hall started losing balance as if I had hit some kind of Parkinson's threshold of non-balanced walking. I was in so much pain from that funny barstard!!
Anyway I digress again....Is sick humour for the sick? How close to home does it have to hit before it is funny or indeed very fucking unfunny. Does making a mockery of your own failings bring forth a new aspect of wide openess of a big gaping wound for everyone to view and pity or does it bring forth a new perspective of hope for us all?
I have questioned this as I single mindedly write about things that perhaps can be construed as destructive and/or constructive about myself and even perhaps for myself....I have also questioned whether I am being fair on the poor caricatured subjects that I have victimised on here...... Each and every one of us have a different perspective of ourselves as humans. enter ------> always look on the bright side of life, monty python
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxQgXgS5G3c&feature=related
I have weighed up the pros and cons of the question from the first post and decided to sit on the fence no longer!! Although there is evidence to suggest that sick humour does sometimes get people into trouble, I am more inclined to think that taking it all too seriously will get you into much more.
Laughter no matter how grim or wry will release endorphins that make us feel better. Laughter is the essence of health. To laugh in the face of adversity is to look into the void and see joy from the other side. Hope and redemption are scenes that are played out beyond the inkling of a grin. All things base are laughter. The joy of hearing a baby chuckle for the first time brings out the aspiriations for love and kindness in even the meanest, miserable barstards. Laughter is us.
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