"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,* 1980 Thanks to Cindy Stewart-Rinier for this quote. |
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Wonderful quote.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed so much hearing your poem at Whale Sound.
Thank you, Maureen! I had no comments so was wondering if anyone listened at all ~
ReplyDeleteLove this quote, Susan--it reminds me how far astray most criticism has wandered. William Logan, bless his heart, did quite a number on Seamus Heaney last week in the NY Times. Imagine waking up to learn that most of your best poems had already been written. Lovely.
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