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Rubbish and Rot
Just a quickie, this time around....
Someone here said "Art cannot be critiqued".
Oh no?
Tell that to the Dutch, whose citizenry "critiqued" Vermeer by destroying many of his paintings.
Or Michelangelo, who was asked by pope Julian (I'm paraphrasing here) "Just what the hell do you think you're doing, painting nudes on my chapel ceiling?"
Or Norman Rockwell, who was called a hack and other nastier things because he painted his brilliant masterpieces from photographs.
The same reason Vermeer was reviled...almost.
Fact is, Art is constantly critiqued.
Fact is, Art NEEDS to be constantly critiqued.
Art is alive.
Living things evolve, under the pressure of their environment.
Criticism is the environmental pressure that causes Art to evolve.
Don't believe me?
Read my poems.
And the criticism of them.
Not the gushy-gushy stuff - although that does have its place, and I, like anyone else, enjoy the ego-inflation - but rather the serious criticisms.
Criticism is why I am here. I'll take any I can get, public or private, although I do prefer public, having no ego when it comes to self-improvement, and firmly believing that all can benefit from comments and criticisms that my poems generate.
But private's good to, if that's the only way I can get it.
Criticism is so important to those of us who actually care about getting better at this wonderous thing called poetry that without it I very much doubt that we would be here without it.
I know I wouldn't be.
Have a good one.
Someone here said "Art cannot be critiqued".
Oh no?
Tell that to the Dutch, whose citizenry "critiqued" Vermeer by destroying many of his paintings.
Or Michelangelo, who was asked by pope Julian (I'm paraphrasing here) "Just what the hell do you think you're doing, painting nudes on my chapel ceiling?"
Or Norman Rockwell, who was called a hack and other nastier things because he painted his brilliant masterpieces from photographs.
The same reason Vermeer was reviled...almost.
Fact is, Art is constantly critiqued.
Fact is, Art NEEDS to be constantly critiqued.
Art is alive.
Living things evolve, under the pressure of their environment.
Criticism is the environmental pressure that causes Art to evolve.
Don't believe me?
Read my poems.
And the criticism of them.
Not the gushy-gushy stuff - although that does have its place, and I, like anyone else, enjoy the ego-inflation - but rather the serious criticisms.
Criticism is why I am here. I'll take any I can get, public or private, although I do prefer public, having no ego when it comes to self-improvement, and firmly believing that all can benefit from comments and criticisms that my poems generate.
But private's good to, if that's the only way I can get it.
Criticism is so important to those of us who actually care about getting better at this wonderous thing called poetry that without it I very much doubt that we would be here without it.
I know I wouldn't be.
Have a good one.