Introducing The J3P ~ Kenyatta Rogers (S1E1)

This is the official launch of The J3P.

This poetry project is brought to you in part by DCASE | CHI

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Watch the videos below to learn more.

Welcome to the J3P ~ Jeff Park Poem Plan Jefferson Park resident & poet Dave Landsberger describes how the J3P will bring poetry programming and events to th...

Kenyatta Rogers reads his poem "Carpet Bomb" https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/146429/carpet-bomb Kenyatta Rogers is a Cave Canem Fellow and has been aw...

Kenyatta Rogers reads his essay "HAM" Kenyatta Rogers is a Cave Canem Fellow and has been awarded multiple scholarships from the Breadloaf Writers' Conferenc...

Kenyatta Rogers is a Cave Canem Fellow and has been awarded multiple scholarships from the Breadloaf Writers' Conference. He has also been nominated multiple times for both Pushcart and Best of the Net prizes. His work has been previously published in or is forthcoming from Jubilat, Vinyl, Bat City Review, The Volta, PANK, MAKE Magazine among others. He is as a co-host of the Sunday Reading Series with Simone Muench, an Associate Editor with RHINO Poetry and currently serves on the Creative Writing Faculty at the Chicago High School for the Arts.

Filmed onsite at Ed Paschke Art Center, Jefferson Park, Chicago. Special thank you to Vesna Stelcer & Lionel Rabb.

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xoxo

-dave

Tell Me What You See Vanishing and I'll Tell You Who You Are

I’m proud to announce my latest publication:

Illustration by Ben Marcus

Illustration by Ben Marcus

Tell Me What You See Vanishing and I’ll Tell You Who You Are - A Walk Through the Garden at the Merwin Conservancy

Words and Layout - Dave Landsberger

Illustrations - Ben Marcus

America's greatest poets are traditionally measured by their poems and ideas left to the world. But former poet laureate W.S. Merwin, along with his wife Paula, left a more tangible legacy on the planet, their palm garden nestled in northern Maui, Hawai'i. "Tell Me What You See Vanishing and I'll Tell you Who You Are: A Walk Through the Garden at the Merwin Conservancy" written by Dave Landsberger and illustrated by Ben Marcus, explores the legacy of Merwin through his words and palms while considering arboriculture, invasive species, extinction, and the life of the surviving widower (Dale Zine 2020).

18 Pages, Full color zine
$10.00 + Shipping

AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE HERE AT DALE ZINE

Illustration by Ben Marcus

Illustration by Ben Marcus

Illustration by Ben Marcus

Illustration by Ben Marcus

Illustration by Ben Marcus

Illustration by Ben Marcus

Illustration by Ben Marcus

Illustration by Ben Marcus

I want to thank a few people before I can feel good about this thing being in the world:

  • Ben Marcus - the illustrations Ben created are beautiful. I’ve been a fan of Ben’s work for years - I’ve had one of his risograph prints hanging on my studio wall for years. When it became clear to me that this project was going to move forward, Ben was at the top of my list as a potential collaborator. To get to meet Ben and collaborate on this project was a dream come true. In our meetings on this zine we shared pancakes and our love of City Pop music, and discussing Eizin Suzuki and sharing Suzuki’s art with Ben was a highlight for me. Let’s work together again soon, Ben.

  • Scott Cunningham & Jai-Alai Books - I sent this essay to my publisher and he immediately suggested collaborating with Dale Zine on it. Thank you for that advice, for reading this when it was just a word document, and for believing in it.

  • Dale Zine - to Steve and Lillian, for caring about this project enough to make it real. I remember suggesting Ben to Steve as a potential illustrator, and I had no idea Steve was such a big fan of Ben’s already, so it made the project that much easier to make a reality. Thank you.

  • Laura, my wife - you were with me at The Merwin Conservancy while I furiously scribbled notes down and got bit by a million mosquitoes. I would have never been in Hawai’i without you and our love.

  • To W.S. Merwin and Paula Merwin - for the poems, for the palms, and for the inspiration. Rest in Peace.

Illustration by Ben Marcus

Illustration by Ben Marcus

Peggy Norbert Nature Museum 1~4~19

On a frigid January morning, Poems While You Wait had the privilege of writing poems in the Butterfly Garden at the Peggy Norbert Nature Museum.

I’ve always loved the Butterfly Garden so I jumped at the chance to write poems within. And my skin could certainly use the humidity. It made me think that biome experiences could be a thing if someone wanted to make that happen.

Poets! Danielle, Kathleen, Eric, and myself! These are my people.

Poets! Danielle, Kathleen, Eric, and myself! These are my people.

Face to face events are nice. Here’s to a hopeful future full of more personal interaction.

Papillon ~ Mariposa ~ Butterfly ~ all these words are beautiful

Papillon ~ Mariposa ~ Butterfly ~ all these words are beautiful

I like this poem despite its familiar end. I had to write a poem about my butterfly shirt cuz, yknow.

I like this poem despite its familiar end. I had to write a poem about my butterfly shirt cuz, yknow.

I dunno this little one’s scientific name but I’m sure that it’s Latin and obtuse (unless you know Latin)

I dunno this little one’s scientific name but I’m sure that it’s Latin and obtuse (unless you know Latin)

The most popular poem request was, of course, butterflies. Whenever we get an abundance of one topic at PWYW I always try to approach it from different angles.

The most popular poem request was, of course, butterflies. Whenever we get an abundance of one topic at PWYW I always try to approach it from different angles.

Whenever there’s a lot of kids at PWYW I always make a more concerted effort to rhyme. It’s not that kids aren’t into free verse, it’s just that kids don’t deal well with their expectations of what a poem is being deconstructed. Trying to avoid tant…

Whenever there’s a lot of kids at PWYW I always make a more concerted effort to rhyme. It’s not that kids aren’t into free verse, it’s just that kids don’t deal well with their expectations of what a poem is being deconstructed. Trying to avoid tantrums!

A pergola to write home about

A pergola to write home about

Wow - look at all these parents desperately trying to entertain their children on a Saturday morning. To be fair, a lot of the kids were really respectful.

Wow - look at all these parents desperately trying to entertain their children on a Saturday morning. To be fair, a lot of the kids were really respectful.

Cue “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy” by Rod Stewart

Cue “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy” by Rod Stewart

When we write for free we institute a “one poem per family” rule. This creates some interesting mashups. The rule exists mostly to protect the value of the poem itself - by rationing the poems forces the audience to consider the end result a bit mor…

When we write for free we institute a “one poem per family” rule. This creates some interesting mashups. The rule exists mostly to protect the value of the poem itself - by rationing the poems forces the audience to consider the end result a bit more.

 

Field Museum 7.9.19

The Field Museum invited Poems While You Wait to write poems for their donor night. We had the privilege of sitting underneath the taxidermy elephants with our typewriters.

Look up and see the windows change color between the tusks

Look up and see the windows change color between the tusks

In the 12 years that I have been writing public typewriter poetry I’ve had a whole range of experiences and emotions regarding my creative output in these settings. Some days I feel like each poem is trash: I can’t connect to the emotion of the request or I can’t appreciate the exercise because the topic feels uninspired. Some days I feel like I’m getting my lines in for the day.

This day at the Field Museum I felt as if I was emptying myself into a glass, taking form. I don’t think they’re all stellar, but I’m really satisfied with those I included below.

I wrote 10 poems. Eric and I did a NBA fantasy draft (modern era) starting five. I surprisingly found myself picking Karl Malone on my team of 5. Picking Karl Malone for your all time top 5 is like picking cereal for breakfast when you have a whole buffet in front of you.

Sometimes people get poems about Florida without them really knowing that’s what they’re getting. I had heard of some algal blooms in the Midwest that more likely inspired this topic, but given that Florida has such a long history of this funny busi…

Sometimes people get poems about Florida without them really knowing that’s what they’re getting. I had heard of some algal blooms in the Midwest that more likely inspired this topic, but given that Florida has such a long history of this funny business I thought it best to go here. Rick Scott is an idiot.

Inspired by the ongoing archaeological wars happening in China. I can always feel a connection to writing about bones.

Inspired by the ongoing archaeological wars happening in China. I can always feel a connection to writing about bones.

This requester saw me wearing a White Sox hat and they specifically requested that I write a poem of praise about the Cubs. So I went in.

This requester saw me wearing a White Sox hat and they specifically requested that I write a poem of praise about the Cubs. So I went in.

Everybody in Poems While You Wait has topics that they’re ideal for. I typically get a lot of the sports poems, for instance. I also receive a lot of poem topics around general nerd culture: comics, videogames, and in this case, anime. This was for …

Everybody in Poems While You Wait has topics that they’re ideal for. I typically get a lot of the sports poems, for instance. I also receive a lot of poem topics around general nerd culture: comics, videogames, and in this case, anime. This was for a young woman, and I’m mostly archiving it here because I don’t want to forget how happy she was when she read it.

I always like to try at least one prose poem per PWYW session. This is based on a true story, and if I had more time and real estate on the page to work with, I could explore this idea a lot more, maybe channel some Transtromer.

I always like to try at least one prose poem per PWYW session. This is based on a true story, and if I had more time and real estate on the page to work with, I could explore this idea a lot more, maybe channel some Transtromer.

Channeling my Merwin vibes. This might be the most realized poem I wrote of the day, but not the most interesting. If something is realized but not interesting, is it even done?

Channeling my Merwin vibes. This might be the most realized poem I wrote of the day, but not the most interesting. If something is realized but not interesting, is it even done?

Green terrace to my left while writing.

Green terrace to my left while writing.

Maximo the Titanosaur at my 2 o’clock

Maximo the Titanosaur at my 2 o’clock

Joshua Beckman Workshop

Last month I was grateful to attend a workshop hosted by Joshua Beckman at The Poetry Foundation. He’s been a foundational poet for me in my understanding of modern haiku in the English language. I remember Campbell McGrath describing him to me as “a guy who eats pancakes and wears an undershirt” and since that was all I knew about the man I had decided long ago that he would be worth studying.

Signed copy of my favorite book of his, Your Time Has Come. When he signed it, he seemed to be taken back to the time when he wrote it, which was the summer in NYC immediately following 9/11. He really went on a journey in his mind right in front of…

Signed copy of my favorite book of his, Your Time Has Come. When he signed it, he seemed to be taken back to the time when he wrote it, which was the summer in NYC immediately following 9/11. He really went on a journey in his mind right in front of me. I almost felt bad about it. It also made me jealous, that he had a project that could transport him to a 3-month period of time, in the same moment that it demonstrated its own danger.

We were asked to make a poetic diary of the events of the weather for the week preceding the workshop. Here’s a sample of what I typed.

We were asked to make a poetic diary of the events of the weather for the week preceding the workshop. Here’s a sample of what I typed.

Beckman’s workshop was based upon us generating seven days of poetic diary related to the weather. We then traded these diaries with other poets in the workshop, and we generated poems from the work that we had received. It was interesting that some participants refused to share their work with one another. I received a wonderful poem in return that had so much emotion inside what I had thought were fairly objective poetic observations.

Here’s the poem that was generated out of my diary. Notice the line taken from the typewritten image above this one. The poet admitted to me she had received a call from a former lover the night before, and it had influenced her reading of my object…

Here’s the poem that was generated out of my diary. Notice the line taken from the typewritten image above this one. The poet admitted to me she had received a call from a former lover the night before, and it had influenced her reading of my objective diary, which was really fascinating.

Joshua Beckman gave us three ideas for generating poems:

  1. The poetic diary of weather (described above)

  2. Transcribe voicemails from your phone - thinking of other people’s messages can help you write towards your own thoughts.

  3. Think of the last photgraph you took or was taken of you and describe it.

I particularly like the first and third idea. Perhaps the second idea is too raw and emotional for me to kick into another gear. But the idea is beautiful: to be held in captivity by a solitary voice and to write in response.

In advance of the workshop we read Beckman’s latest projects, two books of poetic essays.

In advance of the workshop we read Beckman’s latest projects, two books of poetic essays.

“Three Talks” and “The Lives of the Poems” were also required reading for the workshop. Reading these books left we with a lot of ideas that I’m still turning around. I find myself captivated by the poetic diary, and reading this book reminded me of the art book AKIRA CLUB. The images in AKIRA CLUB celebrate the titular manga, collecting covers, pin-ups, and promotional images. But what ties the experience together is the inclusion of small diaries for each image. So as you are looking at 3 covers of AKIRA, you are also reading about Katsuhiro Otomo’s headcold for three consecutive days. The juxtaposition of these amazing images and menial life is profound in that it recognizes the staggering difference between the mind and the body’s reality.

Beckman could certainly be called an imagist, and I find his desire to be held in a singular moment with a monastic like dedication to the present to be a really admirable poetic way of life. One image he related it to is like reeling a kite in on a fishing pole - there’s nothing else to look at.

Randolph Street Market 5.26.18

One of my favorite topics to receive: Dealer's Choice.  It was a particularly beautiful spring morning, and I was reading Louise Gluck's The Wild Iris. Holy. Shit. Those. Poems. Always been a Matins man m'self.

One of my favorite topics to receive: Dealer's Choice.  It was a particularly beautiful spring morning, and I was reading Louise Gluck's The Wild Iris. Holy. Shit. Those. Poems. Always been a Matins man m'self.

Another great title because it gave me an immediate rhetorical posture and form for the poem. This poem has since been revised to be itself a bit more. Turns out the title was best for the first draft but not for moving forward as it was somewhat li…

Another great title because it gave me an immediate rhetorical posture and form for the poem. This poem has since been revised to be itself a bit more. Turns out the title was best for the first draft but not for moving forward as it was somewhat limiting.

My first poem is usually always my most uninhibited - this was the first poem of the day. I kinda ran out of space at the end, and was generally struggling with my machine all session.

My first poem is usually always my most uninhibited - this was the first poem of the day. I kinda ran out of space at the end, and was generally struggling with my machine all session.

Poems While You Wait was at the Randolph Street Market, writing poems and ringing in the official start of the outside market.  Antiques, gumbo, furniture, furs, marmalades and reclaimed wood.  The typewriters fit in. 

I wore an aloha shirt and went to a barbecue later.