“some ekphrastic evening, this’ll be both criticism and poetry and failing that fall somewhere that seems like in between.” So writes poet, critic, theorist, and MacArthur fellow Fred Moten in his latest poetry collection perennial fashion presence falling.
Much like the poems found in The Feel Trio (Letter Machine 2014), which was a National Book Award finalist, and All That Beauty (Letter Machine, 2019), the poems here present Moten’s “shaped prose” on the page and the dizzying brilliance of both polyphonies and paronomasia. Within this collection, the poems hold an innate quantum curiosity about the infinitude of the present and the ways in which one could observe the history of the future. Poems beget poems, overflowing and flowering, urging deeper etymological investigations. In perennial fashion presence falling, Moten approaches the sublime, relishing that intermediary space of microtonal thought.
Contents
the red sheaves
covering
corduroy, no strings attached
the interfacial layer is violence, not care
the intrafacial lair
afro-alienation lining out
tables and gems
the faerie ornithologie
sylphtet (a triologue of self and soul
are you one of these motherfuckers?
color field
tiling, lining notes
tilling, limning notes
surfacing
the abolition of art, the abolition of freedom, the abolition of you and me
approaching
asé
cowrecked and led to trespass
fingerprinting
taj subjduction
subductive lauren
with the band2
why you leave ‘em with me?
got ‘im!
merda nostra
knotting
epistrophe and epistrophy
or discovering
graves say, grave says
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