A note on : ACF 65th birthday - a performance highlight

The Austrian Cultural Forum has meant a great deal to me, supported my work as a poet, performer and curator for many years now. This work is thoroughly documented here www.stevenjfowler.com/acf

Asked to mark their birthday I put together a video message and a highlight video of some of my works in the ACF itself, evidencing, i hope, just how supportive they are.

“As the ACF marks its 65th year we are pleased to present this digital guestbook where we have invited artist, musicians, partners from across the world as well as former directors to share their significant moment and experiences at the ACF London.” https://65.acflondon.org/

A note on: Rich Mix 10 Year Anniversary Camarade - May 2nd

Lovely to be invited to present a Camarade event, where poets write new collaborations in pairs, to celebrate the 10 year anniversary of Rich Mix as part of the festival of events and general festivities put on for the occasion. I owe Rich Mix so much, and without it, there'd be no Camarade and Enemies project I think. The event was wonderful, with 10 new works, all of which complimented in their difference and compelled in different ways. Great to get such a nice audience too, on a rainy bank holiday Monday at 6pm. A grand birthday for us all. All the videos www.theenemiesproject.com/richmixcamarade

a poem for Marcus Slease on the occasion of his 39th birthday - a collaborative wish wish with David Kelly

Eating Bulgogi, memoriesare not the

porno a poem for Marcus Slease on the occasion of his 39th birthday

—and visual translation

- —-(man under a tree)

- – — – - by erkembode

david kelly

does that mean if you come here, you find?
I saw him see snow & ask ‘long, outside?’
does that mean if there’s snowfall snow hero fell fell?
do you know Daughn Gibson of the desert? u shud
write a song about an open road hobo
called the Mew Too & get sued by the Splendids
for foreign snow is a stage between glass & friends

remember the tree in the story, not the sitter
the throne is where it’s at, not the Kinga neighbouring love with wave its way jessMongol mermaid will not sight bloodbut that’ll not stop the threads clenchingthere are chicken cheekbones so delicatea man could not have told you, not possiblehere here _ _ _ in koe rea, who did I say, again?the performance of a thick, remonstration of regret

the worms of the Brain migrate to the pot
for the waste of human fruit (more fool them
it’s the coffee that’s the thing, the black choc)
it’s a long way down from the temple to the outre dark
but is it worth it for / depends on whome & with where
that which you’ll have clamped off will be so
let us them (mate) tell me about it