“Poets often sense approaching cataclysms earlier than political scientists, and by the mid-1990s my father, by now living in the West, began to leave behind first-person writing. Instead he began to look for other ways to explore what the freedom to experience the world in undictated-to terms might mean. He began to explore the language of anthropology, biology. In a work from 1999, he moved the focus away from the first person altogether, fashioning a work based around an analysis of a dictionary of winds. It’s clear that he’s talking about freedom, but there’s little mention of the “I” at all—just detailed, metereological descriptions of gales, breezes, gusts, breaths.”