“And a hateful poem isn’t my tendency either.” He eventually wrote a poem specifically for the show but then set it aside. “They wanted to be hopeful, but a hopeful poem isn’t my tendency,” he says. He tells me he agonized over which poems to send-“you know how I am with this shit nobody knows what poems are except for poets,” he says-and eventually bent to the will of the composer, who had asked Hayes if he had any poems about hope, or about hate. So Hayes sent Sorey some work to be played in front of a mass audience. His poems were commissioned by composer Tyshawn Sorey for Cycles of My Being, a song cycle that “explores the realities of life as a black man in America” (or so it is described in the publicity material), performed by renowned tenor Lawrence Brownlee at Carnegie Hall, Opera Philadelphia, and Lyric Opera of Chicago. He is describing for me his most recent project. We are talking about primary colors, Hayes and I. “But it’s the only place in this city where I can get good grits, so it’s one of the few places in this city I love.” I imagine this to be his way of welcoming me into a small corner of his home. “I didn’t know how quiet it would or wouldn’t be in here,” he tells me as I sit down, in reference to my request that we find a low-key location for our interview. Hayes is a Southerner at heart, having spent his childhood and early adulthood in South Carolina, so it comes as no surprise to find out why he has led me here, to this place he tells me he comes to every weekend, often alone. When I arrive, I find him alone in a corner, drink already on the table.
We are at Great Jones Cafe in lower Manhattan, a place Hayes told me is his “go-to spot” when we spoke earlier, trying to nail down where to meet.
Even while slouching in his chair, Hayes towers above the table in front of him, so that the fish, a marlin, appears as a crown under the glow of red light humming overhead, darkening half of the marlin and half of the face of the poet. I imagine this to be true always, but especially now, while taking in the large plastic novelty fish hanging high on the wall above the head of Terrance Hayes.
One can make a home wherever the body finds itself at rest.
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