The Russel in question is Betrand, not Jack. To wit: Literary Criticism, although it pretends to a higher plane than Literature itself, is actually a subset of Literature. Literary Criticism is Literature writing about Literature. It is an outlet for a certain type that feels the compulsion to write, yet lacks....what? Vision? An outward, futuristic vision? A leap into uncertainty and chaos, wherefrom it reels in - like a celestial fisherman- a new creation, a Genesis renewed? No, literary critics- and cinematic critics, too-merely like to deal with something hard and fast, not as elusive as the slipstreams of unfinished creativity. Literary Criticism is like the organized church and televangelists, the reiteration of the catechism and the repetition of weary icons, whereas Literature is seeing God... and artists are fishermen of heaven! and we are all artists when we see!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
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