Welcome to the December edition of The Hinge Poem, a regular feature inviting readers throughout the Triangle (and beyond) to read and discuss a single poem by a leading local author–and to talk directly with the poet him- or herself.
This month we’re featuring an untitled poem that will appear in Fred Moten’s forthcoming book The Feel Trio. To get started on the conversation, scroll down, read the poem, and then post your questions, answers and observations in the comment section (if you’re on the home page, you’ll first need to click on “Leave a comment” below or the headline above.) Read what others have written, engage, discuss–just be respectful. It’s fine to disagree, but we’ll delete ad hominem attacks and insulting language.
Most importantly, remember to come back on Sunday, December 11, from 3:00-5:00 p.m., when Fred Moten will be joining us for a live chat on this post.
[the way orchestra sounds in birmingham]
the way orchestra sounds in birmingham
that’s my sound. I belong to that sound
all the time, everyday. how bound am I
by music! the brain’s little wilderness is
a backbeat, a shotgun shack, a deferred
villa and built-in cross and time windows
and overlaid buzzes like you were struck
by the consolation of a blue joseph boye
when this seminar is on the discrepancy.
there’s a theory of sound in the autograph
but you have to wait for the sound of the
theory of sound and fold it between
hands and presence in the upper room like folded
a folded dream. the tower is held together
by every other building in town and the
mystery is in effect or an eremitic bridge
or a bridge machine or you’ll know why.
About the Author: Fred Moten lives in Durham, North Carolina, where he teaches at Duke University. He is author of two forthcoming books: The Feel Trio (Letter Machine Editions) and Theory of Blackness (Duke University Press).
The conversation starts below. And once again, remember to come back on Sunday, December 11, from 3:00-5:00 p.m., when Fred Moten will be joining us for a live chat on this post.