ricky’s laugh

amidst the utter bloody sludge that is everyday moment-to-moment existence, i find myself coming back to ricky’s laugh---mr. gervais i presume---he is one of those that you are so happy you stumbled upon, regardless of how known he is now---regardless of how infamous he may have been or will be---like the discovery of bill hicks, i myself eat his comedy up---wanting to watch ever episode of the office, extras, the gervais show---catching all the bits of the podcasts on youtube avec mr. karl Pilkington---snort line after line letting the humor writhe through my body shaking me & quaking---bringing me out of my darkest sprits and any time of day---that banging clanging CHORTLE that seems to rise right out so quick makes me long to hear hick’s do the same, with more material now after seeing the dastardly deeds of those past political demigods who have lived in the years since his death at 33---rick makes you want to run outside like nietzsche’s madman, proclaiming in the streets that misery has died & that humor has taken over---that a new world full of laughter---a new place where no deathly debilitating hands paw over your discovering physical self and instead leave you the f**k alone---a place where there is no oppressive authoritative figure out there making things horrible and standard, mundane, controlled & boring---instead that flight of merriment fills up the air, investing in the heart, breaking down walls, killing hatred and bigotry wherever it finds it---the snorting sound, that shriek, that yuk yuk yuk!---command me o’ rejoicing roar---fill my lungs up with intelligent poems, lyrics of freeloading logical quips & mimics---make my sides hurt because i can’t stop my bodily cachinnation!  here i draw back to ricky---here i tip my hat i never wear to a man amidst a genre amidst a sheer talent that some have AND SOME JUST DON’T---that ability to make me feel good for a moment---that ability to make us all stop and think---to listen and consider new ways of looking without the beating & burning fist of authority---without the know-it-all-ism that comes with people whose pockets jingle---whose pockets were dug deep by the bloody hands of outright whipping-folk---most who still believe in the dream---thank you to ricky for leaving the management of SUADE---jesus f*****g christ.  despair, doom, and gloom are gone when ricky hits the stage or babbles his comedic platitude over the airwaves---my ears perk up as a dog’s when he hears the treat bag being shaked---ah yes, i doubt very much that anyone worth anything in this world, be it the past, present or future, has neglected to have a sense of humor.  when your humor is gone (or for those anomalies born without one), you need just to take your numbered ticket and sit down in the serial killer/fascist dictator/raping priest waiting room---until you’re called.  

Author's Note

on meeting derren brown (amidst the constant presence of karl p.):

"I said to Derren, 'If in doubt, he'll be thinking of monkeys'. And Derren looked at Karl and said, 'Were you thinking of monkeys?', he said, 'I tried not to and I thought of them more.'"

-ricky gervais
Xfm 12 April 2003