"I dream about a kind of criticism that would try
not to judge but to bring an oeuvre, a book, a
sentence, an idea to life; it would light fires,
watch the grass grow, listen to the wind, and
catch the sea foam in the breeze and scatter it.
It would multiply not judgments but signs of
existence; it would summon them, drag them
from their sleep. Perhaps it would invent them
sometimes -- all the better.
"Criticism that hands down sentences sends me
to sleep; I'd like a criticism of scintillating leaps
of imagination. It would not be sovereign or
dressed in red. It would bear the lightning
of possible storms."
-Michel Foucault, "The Masked Philosopher," interview in *Le Monde,*
Thanks to Cindy Stewart-Rinier for this quote.