Null Set

Cool lyric surfaces rupture unexpectedly, allowing in the warmth of intimacy, fatherhood, and spiritual hunger.
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.