For criticism, too, is a kind of literature; the critic expresses his own sense of life through his responses to other minds and sensibilities. This makes criticism, inevitably, a less immediate and powerful form of writing than poetry or fiction, and a more self-conscious one. But since all serious readers engage in this same process of shaping themselves in response to what they read, criticism is also capable of a unique kind of intimacy, and even, despite appearances, vulnerability. For the critic’s assertions are always, read truly, only propositions, impressions, requests for assent. This is how it seems to me: does it seem that way to you too?
Kirsch, Adam . Rocket and Lightship: Essays on Literature and Ideas . W. W. Norton & Company.
THE POINT WHERE AN UNDERGROUND SPRING SUDDENLY BURSTS TO THE SURFACE IS KNOWN AS AN EYE. IT IS A PLACE OF MYSTERY, WHERE DRY GROUND BECOMES SOAKED WITH LIFE-GIVING WATER, AND NATURE GIVES US A GLIMPSE OF ALL THAT HAPPENS OUT OF THE REALM OF HUMAN VISION. —Jan DeBlieu
Gass, William H. . Eyes: Novellas and Stories . Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
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