People don’t listen that hard when they read anymore.
— Clive James, in an article about the critic Dwight Macdonald
(The Atlantic, May 2012)
Showing posts with label critic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label critic. Show all posts
April 16, 2012
March 18, 2012
Deceiving
Sometimes
sophistication
looks like
naivete.
— Joan Acocella, "Critic's Notebook: Heaven on Earth"
(New Yorker, March 5, 2012)
sophistication
looks like
naivete.
— Joan Acocella, "Critic's Notebook: Heaven on Earth"
(New Yorker, March 5, 2012)
November 8, 2011
Critic
This reader's response to a prize-winning poem certainly goes for the poetic style too:
This poem smells like the sawdust
rising from a puddle of extinguished upchuck.
— Bonnie (reaction to "Likenesses")
This poem smells like the sawdust
rising from a puddle of extinguished upchuck.
— Bonnie (reaction to "Likenesses")
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Reader,
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