exquisite obsession

ecstatic obsession

this exquisite obsession,

this deep and shimmering

veil of mystery

pulses with promises

rarely revealed

simply or with mercy.


this sensual playfulness

dances with shadows,

and fragments of music


the chaos

of surface and touch.


these whispered cadences,

textured with heat,

erupt and echo

across passages

of breath

and the hush of paint.


this brush of hair and hand

ignites the burn

and vision of consummation

trembling on the edge

of being

and the fires of art.


mixed media painting and poem by clinock

‘The 100’ #27 – Bookworm…

Bookworm… – by clinock. 10″ x 12.5″. Acrylic, photocopies, Letraset; on paper.

“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.