Matthew Haigh's Black Jam is a delectable and delicious collection of poetry, with a sheen of on surface sweetness which conceals its darker ominous omens and the very real presence of death. Black Jam is deeply bittersweet, with flavours to savour, and an aftertaste that lingers long on the tongue.
As soon as I finished Matthew's 'Death Magazine' (Salt), I immediately rushed to order 'Black Jam' from Broken Sleep Books! Matthew's poetry never disappoints.
Matthew's poetry blends the organic with the synthetic. It makes you feel pain and sorrow for Sims characters in one poem, and desperately fall in love with our digital selves in another.
While Black Jam feverishly experiments with it's marriage of natural and digital worlds, the emotions it envokes are real. Masculinity, sexuality and disability are just some of the themes explored in this collection, all with soul and code.
Matthew is the type of poet who builds a world within their writing that you want to live in, without you realising that you already are.
Favourite poems: The Dud What Will Your Sims Do Now? I stopped knowing what to do with the android version of you