when listening to a Byzantine chant (Δεύτε λαοί)... as much insight as i had of the hebrew tetragrammaton to meditate on in phonetic encryptions in other languages: sly semitic *******: hiding their vowels...
humor... there's a west "contra" east disparity...
yes... the west's notion of humor, staged, is that of the comic... or rather: the monologue...
comedy by western standards is to be compromised by a monologue...
comedy by eastern standards? is to be compromised by a "dialogue": script...
comedy as monologue contra... comedy as... cabaret...
***: opera contra operetta...
novel contra novella...
some people can only ingest so much comedy of the audible thought... a monologue... which is what is the compromise of all of the notions of the western take on comedy...
never has thinking become so closely associated: synonymous with claustrophilia...
but western comedy is monologue... or its current form... and rarely a comedy worth of being: diffused... for a dialogue... for a cabaret...
perhaps the medium is missing an alternative suggestion... perhaps the hidden airy-narrator... the thespian cult of the movies is hiding the theatre...
but the cult of the monologue comedy of the stand-up, this solipsistic-orientation that has not summoned the selbst to a da with a sein...
maybe the English sense of humor has become a tedium... one monologue too far, notably vocated... maybe the English sense of humor is missing dialogue... a cabaret... so that at least two people can laugh at the same cause of amusement?
cabaret is a continental "concept" for the expression of humor... i almost forgot how alientating the standard, english, medium for the expression of humor is... cabaret is alien... yet the solitary figure on stage, the stand-up... is the formal: normal...
expressing humor via the monologue is so alien to the world beside the utility of the english tongue... perhaps an investigation into: humor expressed via a dialogue... no... not this ****** doubled re-emphasis via the conjunctions of interjection to hush yet add to the canned laughter...
to be honest? i find it hard to laugh at humor supported by the fakery of canned laughter... it's not that i am too lazy to laugh: but canned laughter is... hiding the fact that: something... isn't exactly funny...
i once saw a Pole attempt to import monologue humor to an audience best associated to understanding cabaret / dialogue humor... bad idea... that's it...
but having to incline the audience to remember the use of: nuance / metaphor... like telling a person sitting on a chair: a hammer & nails were used too...
obvious this will not translate... stand-up monologue humor will be the standard for expressing humor in the English tongue, and the form of humor in dialogue (cabaret) will be only a musical... there will never be: in addition - the emphasis of the punchline of the joke, to be forwarded by one-dimensional pseudo-actors of the staged... since english humor has morphed toward the emphasis of monologue... catching the ears of: who are in agreement with, said statement...
yet: the stage... english humor as a monologue... thinking has become so claustrophobic that it requires: both audience, and stage... no wonder... even the english themselves find this and its subsequent extension of: "what is humor" bewildering...
"too much" nuance, or rather... plenty of nuance - yet prescribed with: precursor notices of - legal tact...
to me the english language has forgotten a vital verb, cogito... personally? i can't begin to fathom why people would be inclined to "think" that their orientation around this faculty could ever breed a space, or a fear to be associated with it...
but yes... the english best understand humor as monologue... they are so alien to humor being expressed via dialogue: on the stage of a cabaret...
i simply forget to be awed by this curiosity, i remind myself to retort to this observation with a nodding approval of: as you were, yes, as you were...
horror movie sountracks i can listen to, no problem... canned laughter samples? i'm ******* petrified of them... not, petrified, but, rather: i was never supposed to laugh... was i?