Voice, Freedom, Anachronism: On “Moten/López/Cleaver”
I have loved Fred Moten’s voice since I first heard it, but perhaps never as much (or at least not in the same way) as when listening to Moten/López/Cleaver, a phonopoem with a world inside.
I have loved Fred Moten’s voice since I first heard it, but perhaps never as much (or at least not in the same way) as when listening to Moten/López/Cleaver, a phonopoem with a world inside.