Piss Taking

Cicero, praising our piss taking. Calling it magnificent. Our constant laughing at each other. A constant reminder that everything was fake. That it was all imposture. Who we took ourselves to be. What the university took itself to be. That none of it was to be taken seriously. That we were already sky high above it. And below it. Both at once.

 

Cicero praising the miracle of working classness. The middle class always approve of each other’s middle classness. But the working class … The banter. … It wasn’t just about bringing each other down. It was reminding each other that we’re more than this. What they take us to be.

That we’re uncapturable That every role we take is a play-role. Is fakery. That none of this is to be taken seriously. That it’s to be despised, really. Laughed at. With a great laughter. With a great and liberating laughter. That sweeps us away – whatever we take ourselves to be. Whoever we suppose ourselves to be.

What can withstand that? It’s not a middle class humour. It’s more abyssal than that. The middle class cannot let go of the world, whereas the working class despise the world. Because it’s not their world, the working class. It’s a world always imposed upon them, the working class. That is supposed to be good for them, the working class. Which is why they resist and cannot help but resist.

 

The people of Newcastle: will they resist?

They’re too good natured. There has to be hatred. And suspicion. Drinking cannot be about camaradie, as it often is among Geordies. This is not pubism. There has to be a programme. Hatred must be part of the mix. The people of Newcastle are too genial.

 

Of course we could not help but deepen the farce, Cicero said. We were, by nature, deepeners of the farce. Farce-plungers. There was about us a joy of loathing. A magnificent energy.

 

Coils of loathing. Paroxysms. Our self loathing – became a loathing of all things. We loathed of everything about ourselves – except what let us loathe. Except the very power of loathing. Except the power of the void, beaming out like the eye of Sauron.