Inventive, academically aware, fearless and hugely enjoyable.
-- Nick Laird * The Telegraph *
There is a considerable intelligence and stylishness in his wry domestication of the beautiful swerves and non-sequiturs of Ashbery's poems, plus a high degree of overt self-consciousness: several poems discuss and undermine their own procedures, or disarm potential criticism. Their main charm, though, is that they are - with their engagingly downbeat, faux-naive narrators - genuinely funny.
-- Robert Potts * The Telegraph *
Hailed as a witty wunderkind in the poetry world, 26-year-old Kennard starts with contemporary cultural slickness and moves brilliantly into the surreal. Truly, a poet to watch
-- Christina Patterson * The Independent *
The Migraine Hotel, by Luke Kennard (Salt): Luke Kennard's The Harbour Beyond the Movie was that rare commodity: a poetry collection both excellent and laugh-out-loud funny. His latest offering - in which he considers heartbreak, despair and the pleasures of schadenfreude via his own sui generis brand of didactic humour - doesn't disappoint. Fans will be delighted by the return of Wolf, who this time ventures into the fields of psychotherapy and national identity ("'Fortunately my mother was Opus Dei and my father a Methodist,' says the wolf. 'Thus, on Tuesdays, I am Catholic in the mornings and Protestant in the afternoons'").
-- Sarah Crown * The Guardian *
