i felt like putting my notes in here, so this isn't a review, more so something for me to look at later
introduced me to the concept of "finite provinces of meaning," from the work of philosopher Alfred Schutz. according to him there is "the paramount reality of everyday life" and then things which establish these "provinces" which have their own rules and laws of mental physics: dreams, a particular friendship, or "comedy." you can't access these states from paramount reality, you have to cross over a border, after which they will make sense and reality won't anymore.
helmuth plessner: philosopher who thought about human laughing and crying as representing a "fall" from our mental use of our bodies as objects we control, into a "bodily condition." he thinks humans are different from animals because of our "eccentric" (but better translated as "decentered") condition of experiencing things as if we both /are/ a body (as an animal experiences) and /have/ a body. this human-only experience of being able to be outside and observe the feelings that come from the body, has become unbalanced, so that it seems like consciousnesss is the only experience that exists. until the "having" experience "collapses" into the "being" experience, and one of the ways to do this is laughter. this clicks for me, related to why comedy has always been a strong interest for me, and particularly slapstick and clowning over wit. wit is more likely to make you smile (the book notes that the difference between smiling and laughing is that only laughter interrupts breathing -- breathing! the most unconscious task of all!). while, a fart can undo millenia of conscious evolution. i always keep coming back to the most powerful art experience i've ever had, with the Paul McCarthy piece "Santa Chocolate Shop" that i saw in his retrospective at MOCA, around the turn of the century. It's a video of a debacle where chocolate, very viscerally standing in for shit, is poured and smeared everywhere, in the pretext of Santa's elves making chocolates. for a flash, just an instant, it made me feel what it was like to be in a state before we have learned excrement is dirty, pre-toilet training. a state that i know exists, but in paramount reality, has been completely cauterized from existing ever again for me. for a second i was able to look at the videoimage (and if smell or three-dimensionality had been involved i don't think the conjuror's trick would have worked) and experience the absence of revulsion, the absence of distinction between shit and other substances in the material world, that a two year old would.