Allen Brafman has previously published Sonnets from the Yiddish and Brooklyn 2002, a collaboration with the photographer Harry Tarzian. Born and raised in Brooklyn, NY, where he still lives, he speaks or reads several languages poorly. He holds degrees in English and American literature and in Talmudic studies. At one time or another he has worked in warehouses, university English departments, Jewish religious institutions and in a variety of business ventures. He has held a seat on the board of a local parent-teacher association and a national business association. He is still trying to figure out the interplay between the world in which he lives and the world that lives within him.
The poems in Allen Brafman’s Wherever I Look, I am Never There are on fire. There is a violence, a wrenching grief. This is where I am, he said. / It is music, it is smoke / coming from my mouth. Or this: my voice / no longer words / but traffic / vaguely in the way. But there are countervailing things: Brafman’s tenderness; his quiet, patient, beautiful observations; his sense of the tempo of recognition, how things come to manifest themselves, take their places in consciousness; his resolute good will; his ear; his affection for the world. From “Learning the Shape” (a wonderful poem): Which one is the leader, she insists. No one, / someone says. They are equal and / of a single mind…just could not be better, and the whole thing has a rightness to it that lifts the heart. Brafman’s Wherever I Look, I am Never There is a brave book. The power, and the art, to be one.
—Michael O’Brien, author of Sleeping and Waking and To the River
“We will lose everything we love,” says Zen teacher Joan Sutherland, “and everything that loves us will lose us.” In this wondrous book, Allen Brafman offers us a sustained meditation on how we might begin to requite this heartbreaking gift, letting joy and loss play through him with an unflinching responsiveness and honesty, tinged with gentle humor and unfailingly open-hearted. While the focus of these poems is movingly local and intimate, often familial, the implicit backdrop, never insisted upon, situates the incidents and histories rendered here against a horizon that feels vast, still, and full of mystery. I hear these poems as one continuous song of praise.
—Tenney Nathanson, author of Home on the Range (The Night Sky with Stars in My Mouth) and Ghost Snow Falls Through the Void (Globalization)
It is the hidden in the revealed that ignites Allen Brafman’s quietly explosive Wherever I Look, I am Never There. It is the found in the lost that lies under and over, beyond the commonplace. It is the missing in the discovered that is the beating heart of this exciting and skillful collection. “Sometimes I wonder/ how I will know/ if I find him/ if I have found him.” Sometimes a butterfly will carry off a child or the sun will pull a garden from the earth. It is the cadence and inflection of language that propels the movement of Brafman’s voice. “He opened the door and the house/ was gone.” The speaker closes his eyes to see and when he opens them there is wonderment at the mystery of pigeons and snow and dead leaves and “the responsibility of memory” that commingle to populate this animated landscape of our daily lives.
—Howard Faerstein, author of Dreaming of the Rain in Brooklyn and Googootz and Other Poems
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