I see Ghaffar continuously moving between a nonfictionish narrative and a dreamlike state of meditation, abstractness, and the awareness that nothing is what it seems. Nonfiction versus Dream. A strong example of this can be found in the poem In Possible Departures (begins on page 9). The first six parts I assumed to be a kind of nonfiction; given Ghaffar’s background and the inability to pinpoint the “I,” I characterized the voice as someone who is Ghaffar-but-not-Ghaffar. It would be unfair to say it is him, but I think we all will agree that it might be him. Never the matter–
The nonfiction contemplates “the myths of childhood” and the Father/Mother relationship, the voice feels guilty about his part in his parents’ disjuncture, and unsure of how to digest his ethnicity. For all these complexities, we understand that these parts are about something that happened (in someone’s reality). The voice is memoir-like, speaking of the past to the audience, and even if the voice is not at all Ghaffar, this is nonfiction. A fictional character’s nonfiction, to be sure, but a nonfiction nonetheless.
The turn to the Dreamer Genre occurs with part 7, which initiates with a future possibility for solace. The language of this part, like the rest of the poem, is sleep/dream-obsessed. “Into a place awakened,” “then they awoke us,” “the Nightmare roamed,” “that night I dreamed,” “he was having nightmares again”–et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. This Nonfiction vs Dream mid course turn is significant not only as a poetic element, but as indication of the voice’s obsessions with ethnic/cultural identity. He knowingly moves between between realities, but he is also split by them. Sleep, awake, sleep, awake–the Nonfiction vs Dream is the pattern I identified in this poem, identified in many of Ghaffar’s poems.
What I’ve appreciated about Ghaffar is his memoir-like voice, which allows for an accessibility that I found less-present in Revolver, The Cosmopolitan. My poem-critic confidence has been restored by reading this work, because even if I’m not privy to the context, I am able to take his hand, so to speak. The voice’s directness is grounding, even when the narrative is beyond my individual scope.
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