I’m totally killing your vibes

Warner’s verse appears to discuss this collocation of scarified surfaces – their bitty, cracked, granular noise, redolent of industrial disuse, and abuse – with the hygienic space in which art is consumed... this is poetry (it is poetry) of extraordinary poise and power. -- Vidyan Ravinthiran * The Poetry Review *
Theatrical, toxic and oddly gorgeous… Warner moves from playful social observation, through reflections on memory and artifice, to a near-Baudelairean spleen, his games with language and ideas as serious in their investigations of the given world as any philosophy. -- John Burnside * PBS Bulletin *
A messy, disturbing triumph in the traditions of Arthur Rimbaud and John Berryman: how Le bateau Ivre or The Dream Songs would read if they’d been written today. It too could be the anthem of a generation. -- Fiona Sampson * The Guardian, on The sea is spread and cleaved and furled *
As I read it I felt I had wandered from a party and stumbled into something vulnerable, something human and real beyond the clinking of glasses and fake laughter. That I had gotten the chance to hide in a closet and listen to a conversation I needed to hear but couldn’t quite access on my own… a conversation between the speaker and the other, and most importantly – a conversation between Mr Warner and himself. What a strange joy to be invited in. -- Matthew Dickman * on The sea is spread and cleaved and furled *