there are two musics
(or so I’ve always thought):
one you listen to,
one you play.
they are two entirely different arts,
each with its own history, sociology, aesthetics, erotics:
the same composer can be minor
when listened to,
enormous when played —
take Schumann.
Such are the figures of the body
(the “somathemes”),
whose texture forms
musical signifying,
(hence, no more grammar,
no more musical semiology:
issuing from professional analysis—
identification and arrangement of
“themes”, “cells”, “phrases”—
it risks bypassing the body (…)
These figures of the body,
which are musical figures,
I do not always manage to name.
For this operation requires a metaphorical power
(how would I utter my body except in images?),
and this power can occasionally fail me:
“it” stirs me, but I do not find the right metaphor.
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