(Literary) Criticisms

Criticism says more about the "critic" than the subject matter upon which he opines and comments and criticizes. Most "critics" don't know what the fuck they talk about, especially if a work of art is concerned, if they themselves never produced a singled work of art in their entire miserable little lives. All they do is to babble and foam at the mouth at some aspects of the work they barely understand.

Take my latest creation, "The Vietnamese Book of the Dead". Instead of noticing the marvelous lyrical language and the original imagination at work, one critic harped on the supposed violence (which didn't exist!) in the story simply because I used the phrase "maggot-infested" corpses and wondered out loud if I would be much better off had I dwelled on peace and forgiveness and all that shit. The so-called critic missed the mark completely. The focus and locus of the story was the search for peace through invoking memories of the individuals who were dear and loving to the protagonist even though they already died. There was not an element of violence and bitterness in the piece.