Scammer

Luke Roberts had this to say about Scammer: "Flaubert said with my burned hand I write about fire. In Scammer, Dom Hale plunges his whole head into the datastream, dictating his blips and theme songs through mouthfuls of toxic waste. He has his own venom: it's about style and it's about form. These poems don't just sprinkle on a little diction or flip a filter on or off. They're not accessories. They perform increasingly desperate attempts to find some texture in the frictionless glow of the screen. What's the etymology of scam? What was your mother's maiden name? How much surplus value did Silicon Valley extract since the start of this sentence? What year is this? What's happening? What the actual fuck? Frack the Millenium Dome. Poison the Cabinet. Napalm Eton. Cancel the biopic of Northern Rock. Scammer is what we've been asking for in our sleep. A diagram of dead ends. A blueprint of cracks in the infrastructure. It reads just as good forwards as backwards, at any speed, straight to the head. You could cook an egg on it. You could cook two. It's legit."