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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