27/06/2023 - 29/06/2023

27 06 2023 night

H told the following joke after we ate, or while we ate, melons.

A man shows up at a circus, says, I can make birds.

No, they say, we have three people already who make birds.

No no, the man says, the birds I make are excellent, like you wouldn’t –

No, they say, we have good people, we have no need of your services.

Okay, the man says, so be it, and flies out of the window.

Everyone became hysterical – real, joyful abandon – but this joke, like all the best jokes, isn’t funny. Its power comes from delicate imitation of the structure of a joke, the power of which comes from delicate imitation of the structure of life.

Beauty and laughter are really the same, or so the argument seems to be.

Beauty is deeper, maybe – it’s laughter that can’t get out.

Or, given the topic of birds, beauty is caged laughter.

And why not, it has to be stored somewhere…

But what’s beautiful about it, if that’s what we were laughing at?

The first piece of context relates to the rice H had made earlier. F c…