i am a saxophonist
playing a set with other jazz musicians. We are all improvising,
each searching in our own way for a
which slowly begins to assume a common shape. Then i begin to solo, and not only
musical notes come out, but words too. i am not saying
but playing them! The
is shocked. One of the musicians leaves in protest. i continue
until everyone begins playing the original melody
Later, i am
walking with one of the musicians. He says, "What
was that about?" i reply that i was trying to play in
a way that's never been done before." "You did," he
says. "And i felt it. But i didn't understand it."
vague similarities to a human form are accidental; the
Bride (Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even)
is an apparatus, and her humanity lies neither
in her shapes nor in her physiology. Her humanity
the Bride is an ideal reality, a symbol manifested
in mechanical forms, producing symbols in its turn.
a symbol machine. But these symbols are distended
and deformed by irony; they are symbols that distill
own negation. The way the Bride works is physiological,
mechanical, ironic, symbolic, and imaginary, all at the same time.