A review by jacob_wren
The Feel Trio by Fred Moten

5.0

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 say
that. they so attached

to it but they can say that.
o, say what they cannot can!
to say there’s no exit from
compromised ordinariness

is an ordinary compromise,
as if there’s more danger in the
idea of flight than in staying

home, as if laying back where
you stay precludes flying, as if
the symposium was theirs alone.