Null Set collects the slightly obsessive possibilities that rise when we give them the space-odd jobs, trouble-making, and farm boy rambling, all in dialogue with mathematics, or William Faulkner, or other poets. From "Hypotenuse": HYPOTENUSE I write three, erase it, blow rubber shavings from the desk. Write its notation, erase it, blow shavings. Then three 3s erased, shavings blown, persist for the nonce, three of nothing, nowhere attending to discrete objects for counting, themselves objects at any rate. To kiss, sleep, and focus we know to close our eyes, imagine. I do, see nothing.
"Mathys overloads the system, crashes the hard drive, and then sorts through the bits. . . he meanders deep into stored memories for surprising, idiosyncratic details."
Publishers Weekly, starred review
"Algebra and geometry: Mathys touches us by triggering our intellectual memories, reminding us of what we dutifully learned long ago, in school. It's deceptively cerebral, Mathys's way of moving us."
The Rumpus
"Spiritual crisis in the face of past and present ruin might remind us of Eliot, but here the stained glass windows of Christianity are broken."
