Bücher von James Knight

It's raining inside Mr Punch's head.His bedroom curtains are red rags.Judy is somewhere out at sea,on a ship with hand-shaped sails.Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside!There's one wife for you! What a precious darling creature! She go to fetch our child.Mr Punch fears Jack Ketch's gibbet.It casts long shadows across his dreams.The noose is the law's reptilian eye.Enjoy James Knight's junk poem and Maxim Peter Griffin's unsettling colour illustrations, in a book that will take you inside Mr Punch's hollow skull.

"Some of the other visitors think Machine 13 is actually the Bird King himself, encased in red plastic. Whatever it is, it terrifies me." (13 machines from the Bird King's private collection)From the creators of The Madness of the Bird King: a book of poetic fragments in thirteen chapters, each accompanied by an enigmatic colour illustration."An open book, a blank page. A face, probably your face, stooping to see." (13 pieces of a broken mirror)

Snowmen are clownsin sinister stasis.While you sleepthey smother catsand feast from bins.At dawntheir paunches drip.(from "The snowmen")Head Traumas is the latest collection from the author of The Madness of the Bird King, a book described by acclaimed novelist Jeff Noon as "a brilliant piece of work".This substantial collection contains poems, prose poems and pictures. It includes a revised version of The Madness of the Bird King, Mr Punch Dreams, nine Oneiroscope pieces (combining text and image), numerous 13-part prose poems, and more.

Six Twitter poets showcase their work in this diverse anthology.From James Knight's 13-tweet preface:6. Poetry has been given a lifeline by online social networking. The private and personal has become the public and universal.7. All of the poets in this volume publish and collaborate on Twitter. Our words thrash and leap through the rapids of the timelines.8. People don't usually have time for poetry. But poems popping up in timelines give instant sensation, gratification.9. The tweet is the sonnet for the 21st Century. If a sonnet embodies elegant compression, a tweet is a mind-expanding miniature.10. The tweet is the building block of many of the poems in this book. In some cases it's obvious, in others less so.11. The poets in this anthology are diverse, but we share a playful attitude to words and an interest in hallucinatory subjectivity.12. We come from the UK, the USA, Mexico, Australia. The internet brought us together, made us virtually a movement.

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.

Void Voices is a descent into the Hell that is our contemporary culture. Inevitably, Trump and Brexit feature. Dante's guide was Virgil; Knight's is an undead T S Eliot. Along the way, the reader is assailed by a cacophony of heterogeneous material, including song lyrics, doctored news stories, lines from old poems, transcriptions of nonsense texts generated by Google Translate. The Hell is that of our culture; it is also that of the poem itself: poem as voice-filled void.

"The mannequins are here again. I can feel them throbbing in my ears. They're standing around in the kitchen, impassive as stone. But inside they're laughing. I'm not getting out of bed for them, not this time." In the Dark Room is a surreal novella written and illustrated by James Knight, author of Head Traumas. The story is narrated by a bedridden man who finds himself besieged by memories, fantasies and the mannequins at the bottom of the stairs. Knight's combination of words and pictures invites us into a strange yet familiar world, governed by the logic of a dream. This special edition includes 40 full colour "oneirographs", Knight's trademark dream pictures.

"A brilliant piece of work." Jeff Noon, author of Vurt, Falling Out of Cars & The Automated Alice The Bird King is mad again. He caws through empty midnight streets, moulting tar-black feathers. James Knight's poetic account of the weird world of the Bird King is accompanied by Diana Probst's beautiful, unsettling watercolour illustrations, rendered here in full colour. Look the Bird King in the eye, see into the clunking clockwork of his dark heart.

"Sometimes the mannequins get behind my eyes I feel them tugging the strings of my nerves playing with my mechanisms They make themselves at home in the lumber room of my skull.." James Knight's latest collection of poems and prose poems takes the reader to the other side of the mirror, where the Bird King reigns and mannequins are more real than people.

"The mannequins are here again. I can feel them throbbing in my ears. They're standing around in the kitchen, impassive as stone. But inside they're laughing. I'm not getting out of bed for them, not this time." In the Dark Room is a surreal novella written and illustrated by James Knight, author of Head Traumas. The story is narrated by a bedridden man who finds himself besieged by memories, fantasies and the mannequins at the bottom of the stairs. Knight's combination of words and pictures invites us into a strange yet familiar world, governed by the logic of a dream.