Pact

Gil Ott”s unique collection of either poetic prose or prose poetics (depending on your view) is a gold mine of tactile ruminations, devolving narrative, acute perceptions, and splintering syntax. “The seat of your perceptions sits so high on your shoulders you can subtract its distance from the ground in calculating the range of the intermittently plausible leap a man could make/ one late spring night/ up to the moon.” –from “Kedardo