As with any poetry collection, I liked some more than others. I think my favorites were the first-person narratives. "T-Rex is Sad," he writes, about becoming "the laughing stock of the Internet: a meme with tiny arms, a mockery." KITT, from Knight Rider, misses his driver, but can "still feel his imprint on my leather." And in the titular poem, Algorithm, the artificial intelligence that has risen to dominance over humans, gets to know his subjects (in between stock trades, which is interesting in light of the recent rise of "robo-advisors" and "robo-brokers" in the financial services industry).
I wonder how autobiographical this line is: "I do not own a smartphone, but sport a pager and write poetry, mostly about the fact that no one ever pages me." If you're looking for a sci-fi poet, page Rousselot. Even if you don't love his work, you'll be intrigued, amused, and maybe enlightened.
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Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for the complimentary electronic review copy!