The Death of the Bird King

Once upon a time there was a bad, bad poet called James, whose head was nothing more than a huge egg with facial features crudely appended. And one day, while James was on the toilet thinking about a line from The Waste Land ("Hieronymo's mad againe"), the egg cracked open and out lurched an ambiguous creature called the Bird King. From the moment he stepped into our world, the Bird King was very busy. He flapped his patchy wings, made absurd laws, fell in love with inanimate objects. Following him around with his head still gaping and his mulchy brain exposed, James recorded the Bird King's episodic adventures, transmitting them to the world through Twitter. ****************************************** Enjoy James Knight's latest collection of broken stories, poetic fragments and assembled pictures, including the long poems "The Death of the Bird King", "The Monsters" and "The Madness of the Bird King", as well as "Oneiroscope", 24 original artworks and 60 short pieces.