The Feel Trio

The Feel Trio

Poetry. African American Studies. Music. California Interest. THE FEEL TRIO is Cecil Taylor, Tony Oxley and William Parker. Or is it that THE FEEL TRIO are Cecil Taylor, Tony Oxley and William Parker? See, that's the amazing problem and chance, right there! In the wake and air and light of THE FEEL TRIO, what it bears and what propels them, which is everything in particula Poetry. African American Studies. Music. California Interest. THE FEEL TRIO is Cecil Taylor, Tony Oxley and William Parke...

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Title:The Feel Trio
Author:Fred Moten
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Genres:Poetry
ISBN:The Feel Trio
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Edition Language:English
Format Type:Paperback
Number of Pages:104 pages pages

The Feel Trio Reviews

  • David
    Jan 19, 2015

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Justin
    Feb 10, 2016

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

  • Phoebe
    Dec 10, 2014

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • D.A.
    Jul 31, 2017

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Carrie Lorig
    Jan 03, 2015

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

  • Isaac
    Dec 11, 2015

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Barry
    Jul 30, 2014

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Simon
    Dec 07, 2014

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

  • Stephanie
    Mar 14, 2015

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Christine
    Jul 26, 2014

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • and
    Jul 06, 2015

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

  • Michael
    Mar 16, 2019

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Shaun
    Oct 18, 2014

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

  • Paul Mirek
    Apr 28, 2016

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Jacob Wren
    Oct 02, 2015

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

  • Jerrod
    Aug 02, 2015

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

  • kit
    Sep 25, 2015

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • ralowe
    Mar 04, 2015

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

  • Emily
    Mar 07, 2018

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Neil Vandenberge
    Feb 25, 2016

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Hamja
    Apr 10, 2016

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Max
    May 21, 2015

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Jackie W
    Mar 29, 2014

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Roger Green
    Nov 25, 2014

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Elancharan Gunasekaran
    May 12, 2017

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Lauren Levitt
    Sep 30, 2015

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

  • Griffin Alexander
    Feb 26, 2016

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

  • James Dunlap
    Feb 25, 2015

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Michael Lloyd-Billington
    Nov 16, 2016

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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  • Owen Prum
    Jun 07, 2017

    Fred Moten writes: I?m in a bad mood about everybody?s bad mood, their political depression, whatever. and they?re so god damn squeamish about it?they can?t even come close to saying how fucked up it is, with their anempathic numbers, but they can sa...

    i'm going to have to be working my way through moten's other poetry now, having read almost all his essays. there's always a kind of rich melancholy ordinariness in his style, from when i've heard him read poetry, that right now makes me wonder about jose esteban munoz' never completed...

    Beautiful shadow music. Riffing on horns in the Tower of Babel. Fmoten is loud and brash and black. There is nothing that is not felt between Feel Trio's pages. It keeps jumping, skatting, mutating until it becomes a bizarro nesting doll, all falling and separation one moment and then ...

    with some audiovisual shape to us, and aerated, in the event of color, long set circle, we revel in what breaks us up. with nothing it's impossible and easier, the same but really close to one another but unbridgeably far from one another, the way we flee a broken park when the is...

    "all that little echoed pillow with other and nested, sweets on paper, where do it come from? how could it happen? it must have been there, giving and taking the form that can't be there, now you open inside, and it's already so broke so you can get inside, song by song." if you do...

    The neologisms (improvisitor, blinglish!), shifts in form, voice, tone, the code switching, intelligence and shear musicality of this book! ...

    Perhaps I am bit too dense or obtuse, but this one escaped my inner ear entirely. I did feel as if I were reading a Charlie Parker or Mingus jazz tune at times. Me thinks I may be tone deaf to the subtleties of jazzy poetry. Mix Scatman Caruthers with William S. Burroughs and throw in ...

    Free jazz inspired sonicisms that penetrate and provoke. Amazingly dense but meaning physically felt in reading. ...

    Moten is the contemporary Eliot. His allusions are so thick that his verse is extremely obscure. However, the language is beautiful. ...

    "the experiment of the ones who live to eat enormously" ...

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