bronchia think form a bombsight think periosteum singing particle falconry workpiece two lowcut hills seeking what stone is for body is herd alliterations Night & Ox is a long poem working its interruptions to a degree where it's broken by the will to live. A poem that invokes expansive loneliness, where the poet's emotional response is to endure. A crushed line of astral forms and anatomy in perpetual remove; it is a poem that nurtures vulnerability: some soft-footed embryo sounds against language's viscera. Night & Ox possesses a feral minimalism for those too tired and too frantic with joy to cope with narrative. 'A fierce, ladderlike cri de c/ur -- at times a cri de cur -- Night & Ox pulses with sawblade nocturnes that gnaw through the very rungs on which they're wrung. One part Jabberwocky-talkie, one part fatherhood ode, the poem seeks a threshold, where the "mondayescent" gives way to ardour, splendour, even love. Scott is a cosmoglot of the throat's ravine, and this is his manic, pandemonic article of faith.' -- Andrew Zawacki Praise for Blert: 'Scott takes us down to the basement of words, where sound and rhythm rule, and poets learn their craft.Blert is a strange and gorgeous work of linguistic materialism.' -- Dennis Lee

bronchia think form a bombsight think periosteum singing particle falconry workpiece two lowcut hills seeking what stone is for body is herd alliterations Night & Ox is a long poem working its interruptions to a degree where it's broken by the will to live. A poem that invokes expansive loneliness, where the poet's emotional response is to endure. A crushed line of astral forms and anatomy in perpetual remove; it is a poem that nurtures vulnerability: some soft-footed embryo sounds against language's viscera. Night & Ox possesses a feral minimalism for those too tired and too frantic with joy to cope with narrative. 'A fierce, ladderlike cri de c/ur -- at times a cri de cur -- Night & Ox pulses with sawblade nocturnes that gnaw through the very rungs on which they're wrung. One part Jabberwocky-talkie, one part fatherhood ode, the poem seeks a threshold, where the "mondayescent" gives way to ardour, splendour, even love. Scott is a cosmoglot of the throat's ravine, and this is his manic, pandemonic article of faith.' -- Andrew Zawacki Praise for Blert: 'Scott takes us down to the basement of words, where sound and rhythm rule, and poets learn their craft.Blert is a strange and gorgeous work of linguistic materialism.' -- Dennis Lee