Henri Lefebvre: A Critical Introduction - autonomous learning
Henri Lefebvre: A Critical Introduction - autonomous learning
Henri Lefebvre: A Critical Introduction - autonomous learning
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H e n r i L e F e b v r e<br />
bourgeois cant and born-again bullshit. Popular laughter existed<br />
outside the official sphere: it expressed idiom and a shadier, unofficial<br />
world, a reality more lawless and more free.<br />
One of the most stirring instances of this was the Fête des<br />
Fous (“Feast of Fools”), celebrated across medieval France on New<br />
Year’s Day. Festivities here were quasi-legal parodies of “official”<br />
ideology: masquerades and risqué dances, grotesque degradations<br />
of church rituals, unbridled gluttony and drunken orgies on<br />
the altar table, foolishness and folly run amok, laughter aimed at<br />
Christian dogma—at any dogma. These feasts were double-edged.<br />
On one hand, their roots were historical and steeped in past tradition,<br />
wore an ecclesiastical face, and got sanctioned by authorities.<br />
On the other hand, they looked toward the future, laughed and<br />
played, killed and gave birth at the same time, and recast the old<br />
into the new; they allowed nothing to perpetuate itself and reconnected<br />
people with both nature and human nature. As <strong>Lefebvre</strong><br />
suggests (p. 57), “the celebration of order (terrestrial, thus social<br />
and cosmic) is equally the occasion of frenetic disorder.” The fête<br />
situated itself at the decisive moment in the work cycle: planting,<br />
sowing, harvesting. Prudence and planning set the tone in the<br />
months preceding festival day, until all was unleashed: abundance<br />
and squandering underwrote several hours of total pleasure.<br />
Laughter evoked—can still evoke—an interior kind of truth. It<br />
liberated not only from external censorship but also from all internal<br />
censorship. People became deeper, reclaimed their true selves,<br />
by lightening up. Laughter warded off fear: fear of the holy, fear of<br />
prohibitions, fear of the past and fear of the future, fear of power. It<br />
liberated—can still liberate—people from fear itself. Seriousness<br />
had an official tone, oppressed, frightened, bound, lied, and wore<br />
the mask of hypocrisy. It still does: we know this world all too<br />
well. (Or else the laughter of presidents exhibits real buffoonery,<br />
a little like the moronic Ubu Roi of Alfred Jarry, Rabelais’s more<br />
modern successor. “Shittr,” said Jarry’s fictional cretin king, “by<br />
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