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Kenneth Foster Jr – Poets and Revolts

The pen is a mighty sword and I think that Kenneth wields his pen (or – to be more exact – his typewriter) as exactly that, a sword to ignite a spark, to get involved, or to at least read and feel the weight of his words. I believe that it’s not possible to read anything by Kenneth and not feel affected by it. In this essay he sent me you will see that Kenneth Foster Jr. and poets and revolts relate, and that one can’t be without the other.

Kenneth Foster Jr - Poets and Revolts

I could say more, but this blog post is reserved for Kenneth’s words, not mine, so I’ll leave you here with:

Poetry: The Discovery, The Vow, The Life

By Kenneth E. Foster Jr.

Before the year 2000 I don’t recall ever seeing a poem or hearing poetry. For sure, I knew I had never written one.

I was 23 years-old at the time; struggling to find myself in a sea of death row madness. The madness wasn’t just from the inmates there, and their stories, but from the situation itself: the process, the system, the realities. Basically, you grew or you stagnated. To grow was to progress and to stagnate was to regress. There was no in-between. On death row you were either pushed up or sucked down. It’s just how it is.


Every man sought to find his way. Some found it through religion, some through humor, some art, others writing. There was always a vehicle. A process. A bridge that helped you cross over that sea. Some were able to cross that sea and move on to another form of journey. Some never got started. And others either got stuck on the bridge or fell over the side.

When facing this hellacious situation, men needed stability, if not peace (peace, of course, being the ultimate attainment). Each man usually evolves/ revolves back to his source; source being whatever drives a person and thrives within him. It’s something that is ancient, old, infinite like the universe we spawn from. So, in this search, we pull to those trinkets of our essence.

As a youth I had always been a natural orator; I loved to read and write when in school. English, undoubtedly, was my favorite course. In church, I always participated in the Christmas and Easter plays, memorizing scripts and verses in front of the congregation. It seemed natural. It came natural. Sadly, it was an uncultivated talent. Unfortunately, for me, it was something that no one ever taught me how to utilize. There was no guidance for me down those artistic highways. Though never extinguished, the coals would burn low inside me.

On death row, in 2000, those coals would be ignited.

Elder brothers were always encouraging the newcomers to spend their time wisely, to do something constructive and not be written of as a mere execution stat. These elders, through study, introspection and application, had the ability to see the potentials in others. Through their wisdom they had the ability to recognize the talents in others; and being dedicated to the cause of redemption they invested in those who had that potential within them. I’m honored to say that I was one of those observed and selected.

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In the middle of a dialog one day (which was one of these brothers putting in work on me) I was asked if I had ever considered writing poetry. This brother knew I had talent at writing, so not only did he ask me, but he encouraged me. He said- “Write something! Leave your mark!”. In short (because these dialogues of challenging, urging, digging can sometimes last weeks) I took to the task. It honestly didn’t take much. There was no need of a sermon, it was the sheer spark of it that was enough. The buried seed only needed to be watered.

Over the course of the newt 2-3 months I composed my first poems ever. At the time – through brothers sharing their poetry and also poetry books – I knew the basics of poetry: that it was symbolic language and it rhymed (that’s what I thought at the time)

I dove straight in. I ended up writing around 22 poems non-stop. I was determined to “do something”. So with the support of family I contacted a printing company and got my first 100 books printed. I selected 17 poems to go in this book which I named “Tribulation’s eyes”.

It was a modest attempt, but I was proud of my efforts. When I got to hold my own book in my hand it gave me a sense of being, relevance to the world. Regardless of how good the work was (honestly, mediocre at best), it was mine. I did it. I manifested my mind, heart, soul onto paper for people to observe, learn from (if possible) and judge (if they so felt). Little did I know what I was venturing into.

From that point on poetry became my interest. What began as “something to do” would turn into a full-blown love affair. But, as with any pursuit of an adventure, it takes time to turn an escapade into a passion. It takes work, detail, affection. Poetry is no different than a living being – you must take your time, there must be patience to sit with it and listen and observe, you must be soft at times and firm at others. There must be dedication, discipline and determination. It’s something that you must continuously cultivate – like a garden. It’s what I began to do.

If it was poetry related – I read it. If someone had one to recite – I listened. I learned to pay attention to language usage and expression. I learned to see, and feel, things from other people’s perspectives. Through that, from a cell, I experienced other countries, struggles and visions. I merged in with those expressions; which, through that vulnerable openness, I gained strength. Poetry not only took from me, but it gave back. It was not a selfish partner. It was a rewarding one. There were gifts and discoveries with respecting the craft.

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Though all architects are masterful, not every architect builds everything. He who builds a cathedral doesn’t necessarily build (or want to build) skyscrapers. He who can soar at basketball can’t necessarily soar at baseball. In my belief it has more to do with a “calling” than an ability. We are invested to soar down different routes at different heights. The vulture soars at high altitudes but comes low to eat the carrion. The eagle soars at the same heights, but feast only on the most succulent of meats. There is a purpose behind every creature.

I say that to say, during my search through the poetic world I’ve read it all. Enjoyed some more than others. It was necessary. It’s necessary to expose yourself to the unknown, to taste the many fruits so that you may know what is delectable to you. I was able to read it all through the love of poetry that was carried by those around me.

Quite frankly, poetry was sacred. Books were shared. If they were ripped, they were mended. A mistreated poetry book could turn into a full-fledged scolding. Poetry books were treated as precious as the Dead Sea Scrolls. They went from hand to hand, they were tied on lines and relayed up and down prison floors. Nothing ever stops the drive of humanity. Those words carried something. We knew it and we wanted to experience it.


Throughout the years I spent time with the likes of Langston Hughes, Alice Walker. I’ve stretched into other lands with poets like Thich Nhat Hahn, Suheir Hammad. I’ve gone back in time to absorb those that wrote about bigotry that I could never imagine and I’ve read all the great spoken word artists that benefited from their work like Jessica Care Moore, Asha Bandele, Saul Williams. And I was enchanted with the rest of the world by the greats like Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni and the Queen Poetess that would become the adrenaline in my veins – Sonia Sanchez.

I’m thankful for everything they had to say, and even more thankful for everything they made me feel and think about. Through this art, this history, we were witnessing the phenomenon of the impossible of yesterday becoming the possible of today.

All of this made my pen move, made me dig deep within and find that voice that had been there since my birth. And slowly but surely I began to produce materials that were unfamiliar to me. I was continuously astonished at the things my pen was manifesting.

As I began to absorb the creativity and visions of poets before me, those things began to flow through me, and I also began to formulate my own. The mountains of information that was piling up in me began to geyser – like spill out of me in poetic verse. Like a basketball player learning cross-over tricks, high-powered dunks, even-handed shooting, I learned the different styles to advance my writing ability- haikus, tankas, intous, free verse. Greater achievements developed as well.

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The international attention focused on death row made my attention extend internationally. I met people from all across from the world: England, France, Italy, Germany, Holland, Africa. My interest and curiosity led me to learn about those cultures, their struggles. And through my newly attained consciousness I began to make links between common oppression. While the forms varied – racism, classism, sexism – injustice existed in all corners of the globe. And the poet (not all, but so many) took up the flag of radical, soldier, teacher to speak these injustices to life.

Sam Brown, famous Rastafarian poet, said:

“I write a realistic form of poetry. I speak of the conditions of the people. Inequity of justice, religious masks and things like that. I write to reveal the oppression of man by man”.

Poets, no matter if they were spiritual, revolutionary or just in tune with life, knew that the power of the Word was miraculous, if not divine. Why? Because poetics is a meditative enterprise that privileges the poetic image, or the unique expressive sound of a culture, as the founding or generative force of the culture.

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Poets like Pablo Neruda exemplified that. When poets became in tune with this power they realized that they carried not just a craft but a tool.

Poet Leah Harris said:

“Words have the terrible power to dehumanize and destroy, but they also have the tremendous power to heal and rebuild that which has been destroyed.”

I began to sense this as I walked through my poetic journey. I sensed the higher calling, the responsibility, the influence. I also recognized the danger in that. To ever oppose a corrupt Power That Be is to face a danger. Nance O’Neil said it properly: “We are rebels because those who govern us, often – blindly, no doubt – betray us”. In many places the life of the poet is not cafe shops and finger snapping, but war zones and bullets whizzing.

Lucille Clifton stood up and said it just right:

“My poetry seeks to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable”.

As the years passed and the experiences grew, I realized that poetry was not just art, but a social and political mission. What I felt was consolidated by Iraqi poet Abdul Wahab Al-Bayati, who suffered persecution and exile because of what he spoke to the world. Abdul felt it was the poet’s duty to resist oppression and partake actively in the struggle for political freedom and social justice. For him, poetry which is detached is self-indulgent. In 1968, he wrote:

“I felt at that time that I should write to defend freedom and social justice for the poor. I understand commitment to be that the poet/ artist is demanded to his depth to be burned with others when he sees them burning and not to stand on the other side of the bank absorbed in prayer.”

While that may be too radical for some poets, it’s exactly what I feel. In no way is this to put down one who simply writes, because “History can help our struggles, if not conclusively, then at least suggestively”. (Howard Zinn). Even Zinn knew the power of the poet saying- “A poem can inspire a movement. A pamphlet can spark a revolution.”

Revolutions are often born of tragedy. Sow a tragedy, reap an action; sow an action, reap a result; sow a result, reap a victory.

I never imagined that I could come to this point from poetry. I am now locked in to the cause of it.

Since I began writing poetry in 2000 (it’s 2012 at the time of this writing) I have written over 600 poems (and “Tribulation’s eyes” has been translated to French, German and Italian). Not all of those poems are fabulous or master pieces, but they are the footprints I have left in the sand. They are a testament of what I have learned, what I have done, what I feel and what I envision for our world. For 7 years I wrote as a death row inmate and felt like Laila Al-Saih, that: “You do not know how hard it is, transfiguring blood into ink.”

The life sentence which I now face is no less painful. Now, however, my words are sharper, wiser. They have purpose. They don’t just zigzag across a page, but make laser accurate shots at desired targets. “It’s a poet’s task to coin the worlds we live by”. (Hannah Arendt)

What my future holds, I cannot say. However, it is my hope to reenter society and exemplify the things I have said above; to live on the legacies of those I had admired. If my ink will ever dry up, I do not know. It is my prayer that it never will. For while I have written about almost everything under the sun there is always a new wave, a new wind, a new day. Each day a rock is thrown in the pool of life to make new ripples. These movements and transfigurations must be documented and spoken about. They must be dissected for the everyday person to understand. We are here to emancipate, not incarcerate.

My walk continues. My discoveries expand. Regardless of genre, style, form – I am proud to call myself a poet. As Nathalie E. Illum expressed- “I am from the cast out and the called in”. May this process allow me (and the other poets) to hold on to the better parts of our human self. And maybe lead our readers to do the same.

As an African proverb says:

“The King fears only the poet. Thank God for the Poet”.

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  1. Very impressive that Mr. Kenneth Foster Jr. has written over 600 poems with many of them being translated into other languages. His story is a sad one, but I can see that it is making him stronger. I’m glad he has used his talents as an outlet to address all that has happened to him.

  2. We do enjoy poetry and the way it conveys a message behind it sometimes sad sometimes happy. Poems can be a way of expressing yourself, or how people view life. Freekenneth is a good way to inspire others to express themselves through poetry. In this article he has written over 600 poems wow, on death row he states; transpiring blood into ink. Powerful statements.

    1. Hi there,

      Yes, very true, there are some powerful statements here. I hope you get to read some of his poems, each one has the ability to reach the reader somewhere and leave a lasting impression.

  3. It’s true that poetry encourages self-reflection. And only good will ever come from turning our gaze within. It’s great to see how people have grown over time and what people write offers a record of this.

    It’s a crime that the bureaucratic systems that control our societies are so devoid of empathy and common sense that they are still willing to punish people for something that happened more than 20 years ago. Will someone please explain to me how is that ‘justice?’

    It’s heartening to know that Kenneth found some mentors who were able to ignite a spark within him to begin his writing journey.
    Life is never all good or all bad, and our lives are made better if we are able to spend more of our time focused on the good stuff.
    Thanks for sharing.

    1. Hi Andrew,

      Very true, bureaucratic systems seem to lack sympathy, empathy, and common sense, and seem intent on continuing to punish for something that happened over 20 years ago, innocent or guilty.
      I hope that Kenneth will achieve his freedom one day.

  4. Hi Christine, Never heard of Kenneth Foster before but reading this was very powerful. I think reading his poetry would be interesting but after reading this letter I wonder what it would be like to read his autobiography or even a fictional novel. His words kind of reminds me of Chester Himes – very inspiring. I think it is his use of words and I think this is the making of a good writer. To not only write but make unexpected analogies and use words that aren’t as common for other people to use. I guess Kenneth makes a good point here actually that reading the work of others is essential if you really want to be successful.

  5. Wow Christine, great article! You blew my mind with these powerful sentences about the importance of poetry. Kenneth Foster has such a refined soul, full of life experience and wisdom. I am fascinated by his character and his life. I usually write and I love poetry and prose. I like to read about other people’s lives, their experiences, desires, fears and so I discover a lot about myself and the world around me. I really like the statement that the word is a weapon that can destroy but also heal. That’s the truth! That is why writers have a great responsibility when writing because their words leave traces for generations. The role of word transmitters is immeasurable, especially nowadays. Today we need a powerful word that comforts and heals.
    I really enjoyed reading this text! Just keep spreading amazing energy.

  6. Thanks for introducing me to Kenneth Foster Jr. and his thoughts and poetry. I was impressed by his ideas and words. It’s hard to believe he is sitting on death row with an attitude and philosophy that is far removed from his circumstances. It was eye-opening to hear that most men on death row use the time to soul search and find creative outlets to explore and express themselves.

    Poetry comes in various voices and styles; and Mr. Foster Jr. appears to have roots in urban poetry. I can see common urban themes in his poetry, including poverty, social injustice, and the struggles of survival. Some of his works remind me of the poetry of Assata Shakur, who was very influential in the late sixties and early seventies. It’s nice to discover new writers and poets with an urban slant to their work. I feel we need more urban writers and poets like Kenneth Foster Jr. to share feelings and ideas, and help us connect with each other.

    1. Hi there,

      Yes, I agree, we do need more writers and poets like Kenneth. He is no longer on death row now. His sentence was commuted to a life sentence and I hope that one day he will be a free man again. He has so much to share with the world.

      Thank you for your comment!

  7. Kenneth’s words really spoke through. He spoke his mind and pens it with maturity and wisdom. In fact, there’s a certain patience and acceptance in his tone, which is remarkable for someone who has been in prison for that long.

    I would love to get my hands on his book. Thank you for sharing this!

  8. There is so much injustice in this world. But it is so easy to blame others. We could say, I don’t have power to change these things. But deep inside we all know that we can stand up and we do have power to affect our immediate circle. So, all we need is to wake up and realize how much we can influence towards justice.

  9. This is truly an inspiring story about Kenneth Foster Jr. I am glad that he found his purpose in life by writing poems. Thank you for sharing Kenneth Jr’s words with us. I hope that everything is well with him and that he will find his way to freedom if he hasn’t done so already.

    1. Kenneth is still fighting for his freedom. I hope that he’ll achieve it soon!

      Thanks for your comment!

  10. Hi Lila. Thank you for very interesting articles. I always loved books but for long time I was skeptic about poetry. I always thought that lack of plot makes it boring and that it will never speaks to me. But then I get  Kenneth Rexroth poetry book, and whole new world opened for me. I believe everyone should at least try to read some poetry, and for sure I will check some of the names form your post, as I don’t know all poets you quoted.

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