<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540722" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The critic</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The status of critics has changed, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The most important critics were those who stood on street </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> corners </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Full of gossip and finger wagging</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Or the busty burly matrons whispering over washing lines</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> These critics were the slanderers </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The little vipers who hung by the school gate</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Some still do, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This time they sink a pint or two, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In the pub with a couple of pug nose friends</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But there is a class of critics</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That whitewash your pale white words</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Austere and aloof from the proof, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Scrubbed clean and mean, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They murder sentiment</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Mock fools without 'a scene'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Redefining the 'new' 'illiterattii, ' who never went to school'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> These critics wear brogues.....? ? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Am I being cruel? [or just ironic? ]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The men drink whisky</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The women a gin/ vodka and tonic! <br> <br> Fifty years ago they would 'parade'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In a uniforn of tweed and plaid</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Post public school</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But some critics just thumbnail through</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Half asleep over scripts they render dead/ unread</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'They are not amused'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So don't lose any sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They have no time you </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> yvette smith may 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Yvette+Smith">Yvette Smith</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540722" data-title="The critic de Yvette Smith" data-description="The status of critics has changed, The most important critics were those who stood on street corners Full of gossip and finger wagging Or the busty burly matrons whispering over washing lines These critics were the slanderers The l..."></div> </div> </div>

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