12 foxes thumping; rechristened people.
The Elizabethan Underworld as a precursor to the furnished.
In the year of the calm fox, girls.
The heavyweight watch just to see the mechanics
of victory, that is, as above, a precursor to a tradition, changed into a cartoon.
The furry, soon to be protected from insults, or humor at their expense, in law.
The drawn fox, the heavy hippo.
Ambush, false witness, poor translation.
In the pressure going down, blood, bicep cuff.
Correction, the neighbor is ill, a shame about the lion
but there remain frequent accounts of premature burials
and lack of perspective so unforgivable
to transform.
The Robin Hood Estate by S.J. Fowler | Poetry Reed Diffuser
SJ Fowler is a writer, poet and performer who lives in London.
His work explores an expansive idea of poetry and literature - the textual, visual, asemic, concrete, sonic, collaborative, performative, improvised, curatorial - through 50 publications, 400 performances in over 40 countries, 4 large scale event programs, numerous commissions, collaborations and more.
His work has been commissioned by The National Gallery, Tate Modern, BBC Radio 3, Somerset House, Tate Britain, London Sinfonietta, Southbank Centre, National Centre for Writing, National Poetry Library, Science Museum and Liverpool Biennial.
