[NEohioPAL] Better late. . .

[TONY BROWN]

Russian pianist Vladimir de Pachmann: Critics are the eunuchs of art;
they talk about what they cannot do.
L.A. Times music critic Martin Bernheimer: You don't have to be able to
lay an egg to know you've been served a rotten one.

Samuel Goldwyn: Don't pay attention to the critics; don't even ignore
them.

Oscar Wilde: Criticism is the only civilized form of autobiography.

Tallulah Bankhead: To hell with criticism. Praise is good enough for
me.

Samuel Coleridge Taylor: Critics -- murderers.

E.B. White:
The critic leaves at curtain fall
To find, in starting to review it
He scarcely saw the play at all
For watching his reaction to it.

Woody Allen: What is the function of the critic? Precisely to interpret
the audio-visual electronic image and fragmentize individual coercive
response against a backdrop of selective subjectivity. He can do this
either standing up or sitting and some of the better ones spend a lot of
time in hotel rooms with women they're not married to. Also to alert the
public to new dimensions in art and of course, whenever possible, to
point where the fire exits are.

Samuel Beckett:
Didi: Ceremonious ape!
Gogo: Punctilious pig!
Didi: Finish your phrase, I tell you!
Gogo: Finish your own!
[Silence. They draw closer, halt.]
Didi: Moron!
Gogo: That*s the idea, let*s abuse each other.
[They turn, move apart, turn again and face each other.]
Didi: Moron!
Gogo: Vermin!
Didi: Abortion!
Gogo: Morpion!
Didi: Sewer-rat!
Gogo: Curate!
Didi: Cretin!
Gogo [with finality]: Crritic!
[Didi wilts, vanquished, and turns away.]




 

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