Anti-Matter Daydream Steeples, trees, magnets, praying mantises: does everything depend on reversal? (Though it happens in the insect kingdom isn’t it still quite hard to look at? The near-transparent green. The horrifying swift overturning and devouring.) I admire Descartes, right down there scraping away at the eyeballs of oxen. And I admire those painters ages … Continue reading Three Poems by William Stobb