Rougarou, an online literary journal.

Fall 2011 | Volume 6 | Issue 1

 

Table of Contents: Book Reviews

Fasting for Ramadan: Notes on a Spirtitual Practice. By Kazim Ali

by Paula Hayes | Strayer University

Tupelo Press, 2011. 195 pages, $19.95. ISBN 978-1932195941

Kazim Ali’s poems reveal that fasting during the Islamic holy month of Ramadan is about more than self-denial, more than foregoing food from dawn to dusk. What the poet learns from the art of fasting is that his body is fragile, imperfect, but the fast also bathes Ali’s world in a fresh perspective:

To be in hunger. To look at everything as if you have
Never seen it before. To speak to people as if you
Have never tried to speak. To move the body without
Inflow of energy, to try in the late afternoon, as you
Deplete and deplete, to do physical tasks: This is to
Know how the body can fail (34).
For the poet, fasting represents “twenty-nine or thirty days to explore the line between the interior of the body and the surrounding world, to think about what is brought to us about and what we owe” (5). This place of intersection between the physical body and the environment is portrayed mystically with nature allusions; for instance, Ali’s poems are charged with explorations of discovering more intimately how food is related to the cycle of life:
That understanding the self is also a cyclical process,
the way food energy enters the body, the body itself
changes and regenerates, enters and re-enters the
matrix of creation.

Water pouring from the air into the ground. We are
breathing some also. It will fill the plants and trees and
the squash in the garden and return to us eventually. (72 – 3)
Additionally, because life is so full of hustles and bustles, as well as everyday storms in the midst of our personal gardens, Ali’s poems explain how fasting brings him, personally, to an understanding of the need to calm the mind. There is a confessional tone as he writes,
When fasting flattens out my desires, the manic motions of my mind, the sharp edges, I think: Maybe I could fill a bowl of this and carry it into the night, carry it into the part of my life when I am eating, functioning again. (17)
There is exploration, too, of the interstitial connection between the human body and the natural world, between Ali’s own body and the sky. The galaxy and the poet become one:

Isn’t the sky solid, full of particles and molecules
and atoms?

Maybe the body is like the sky, not a corporeal indi-
vidual after all, but merely a locus, a space in which
phenomena occur. (34-5)
Ali’s conclusion is that human existence is not much different from the world in which it participates, be that world a city or the physical galaxy itself. The fast teaches that life is about embracing impermanence, not fighting it with the ego.
Every piece of matter moves, whether by human
design or not, and we are in an eternal process of shift-
ing molecules around, one from the other. Streets shed
their skins; humans do as well. (46)