“A moth, I thought, munching a word.
How marvelously weird! a worm
Digesting a man’s sayings —
A sneak thief nibbling in the shadows
At the shape of a poet’s thunderous phrases —
How unutterably strange!
And the pilfering parasite none the wiser
For the words he has swallowed.”
The Bookworm. (Anonymous old English poem).
‘The 100′ series was initiated by my 100th Post in April 2012. As text and images are the essence of my blog my intention is to present 100 pieces of textual art from historical and contemporary artists and from my own hand. To view the series to date click on ‘The 100’ in my Category Menu.