The critic should describe, and not prescribe.
quote by Eugene Ionesco
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In the later books I am much more at home in the use of language to describe things. I had never thought of that until a critic pointed that out.
quote by Robert Morgan
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The Wicket Cricket Critic
If the cricket critics' nagging
Merits stern official gagging
Which I doubt
How would critical ascetics,
With their prosy homiletics,
Shut it out?
And the question then arises:
If more cricketing surprises,
Such as bodyline, begin to threaten cricket,
And another stunt, when sprung,
Call for clicking of the tongue,
Should a cricket critic critically click it?
When the barrackers grow lyric
In a manner most satiric
And profane,
How, one ventures still to wonder,
May the clamor be kept under?
How restrain?
For one barbaric larrik-
In can do a lot of barrack-
In', and cause a lot of worry at the wicket.
But would sportsmen be abusing
Cricket canons in refusing
To supply that cricket critic with a ticket?
As a critic analytic
Of the cricket critics' critic
I would say,
When we criticise their cricket,
Then the players have to stick it,
Come what may.
No specific soporific
May be used; for it is diffic-
Ult to strike a critic partly paralytic.
So there's nothing gained in seeking,
As I know; and I am speaking
As a critic of the cricket critic's critic.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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All that a critic, as critic, can give poets is the deadly encouragement that never ceases to remind them of how heavy their inheritance is.
quote by Harold Bloom
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Sonnet - 'Tis Christmas-time Again
'Tis Christmas-time again this year for me;
I wish it brings me joy and much more cheer;
0 Jesus Lord, please bless my family;
The ones I love, both far and near and dear.
This year has had its joys and woes, bygone;
Some days of despair, heart cannot describe;
And some had died while others had been born;
To lucky few, I do still now prescribe!
But anyway, the year had been better,
Than all the previous ones that had passed by;
Lesser to man and more to God, debtor;
I am, but God's my Friend and Guide so nigh.
Perhaps, the New-Year brings more surprises,
Including the skyrocketing prices!
poem by John Celes
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Everything is connected
Asked to describe life
I said: ' the peaceful moments
with the friends you meet.'
Asked to describe friends
I said: ' the people you love
and care for daily.'
Asked to describe love
I said: ' feelings of goodwill
you have until death.'
Asked to describe death
I said: ' The equaliser
joy becomes nothing.'
Asked to describe joy
I said: ' opposite of sad
the happy feelings.'
Asked to describe sad
I said: ' opposite of joy
feelings of great loss.'
Asked to describe loss
I said: ' it occurs in life
regardless of us.'
Asked to describe life
I said: ' the peaceful moments
with the friends you meet.'
Everything is connected.
poem by Krantol Northic
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Strict It Gets
To challenge oneself,
Isn't fun that's done.
Because,
The critic visits.
And strict it gets.
To challenge oneself,
Isn't fun that's done.
Because,
The critic visits.
And strict it gets.
Stalking as a menace,
Looking for perfection in it.
And...
The critic vists.
And strict it gets.
Stalking as a menace,
Looking for perfection in it.
And...
The critic vists.
And strict it gets.
Picking seeking detail...
To prevail,
And...
The critic visits.
And strict it gets.
Detailed...
The critic visits.
And strict it gets.
Stalking as a menace,
Looking for perfection in it.
And...
The critic vists.
And strict it gets.
To challenge oneself,
Isn't fun that's done.
Because,
The critic visits.
And strict it gets.
Detailed!
The critic visits,
And strict it gets.
Detailed!
The critic visits,
And strict it gets.
Stalking as a menace,
Looking for perfection in it.
And...
The critic vists.
And strict it gets.
Detailed!
The critic visits,
And strict it gets.
Picking seeking detail...
To prevail,
And...
The critic visits.
And strict it gets.
Detailed,
The critic visits.
And strict it gets...
Detailed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Uprising Of Conflicts
How profound,
Statements made in the past...
Have come back to trespass,
To capture imaginations...
With undivided attention given to them.
'Chickens have come home to roost.'
Boasted one from a pulpit,
To cause an uproar to despise him.
'The practice of cowardice when facing racial tensions.'
One had mentioned to declare a people,
And their daily affairs to describe denials everywhere.
But it is all out there!
As if prophets had prescribe them.
Leaving bliss and ignorance no longer a satisfying mix.
In a world where lives are being afflicted,
By the uprising of conflicts based upon race,
AND religious sentiments.
How profound,
Statements made in the past...
Have come back to trespass,
To capture imaginations...
With undivided attention given to them.
And yet there are still those carrying their pretentions,
That none of this exists.
But it is all out there!
As if prophets had prescribe them.
Leaving bliss and ignorance no longer a satisfying mix.
In a world where lives are being afflicted,
By the uprising of conflicts based upon race,
AND religious sentiments.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Favorite Poem
My favorite poem
I'll write tomorrow
I'll put in every thought
without regrets or sorrow
It's the one I'll express
myself in complete
the one with details
but someone discreet
My favorite poem
will be my masterpiece
It will be presented to the world
in a song of peace
It's the one that'll describe
the essence of truth
the one I'll prescribe
to bring back our youth
My favorite poem
will be written tomorrow
I'll put in every thought
without regrets or sorrow.
poem by White Tiger
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She Bangs The Drum
I can feel the earth begin to move
I hear my needle hit the groove
And spiral through another day
I hear my song begin to say
Kiss me where the sun don't shine
The past was yours
But the future's mine
You're all out of time
I don't feel too steady on my feet
I feel hollow I feel weak
Passion fruit and holy bread
Fill my guts and ease my head
Through the early morning sun
I can see her here she comes
She bangs the drums
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
song performed by by Stone Roses
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She Bangs The Drums
I can feel the earth begin to move
I hear my needle hit the groove
And spiral through another day
I hear my song begin to say
Kiss me where the sun don't shine
The past was yours
But the future's mine
You're all out of time
I don't feel too steady on my feet
I feel hollow I feel weak
Passion fruit and holy bread
Fill my guts and ease my head
Through the early morning sun
I can see her here she comes
She bangs the drums
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
song performed by by The Stone Roses from The Stone Roses
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Poets and critics
The poet is a child, emotion ridden.
The critic is a teacher, a check dam.
The poet bursts to cry or weep.
The critic stands there with a whip.
23.09.2000, Palasa
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ignorance is exuberance
A child, a man, a singer or a critic,
Any can listen and enjoy the music.
Child’s is the highest.
The critic’s is the lowest.
Ignorance drops defects.
25.11.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I still think like a critic, and I still analyze films like a critic. However, it's not possible to write criticism if you're making films.
quote by Paul Schrader
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Blu Is A Mood
State of mind
Color
Way beyond
Yonder
Deeper
Paradise
All describe
All describe
Blu is a mood
When you're feelin' kinda melancholy
And ya get somethin' never thought about
Outta nowhere
Once in a while there's a special moon
And a clear sky colored pale azure
They all have something in common
And it's blu
State of mind
Color
Way beyond
Yonder
Deeper
Paradise
All describe
All describe
Blu is a mood
So bright it can be electric
Or indigo
Cobalt
Powder
Or Paris
Have it any way you like
Stones of metamorphic sapphirine
>From the heavens down to the deepest sea
It's in every part of your life
Do you feel it
State of mind
Color
Way beyond
Yonder
Deeper
Paradise
All describe
All describe
Blu is a mood
Blu's not just a primary color
It's a backdrop for the univere
SO if you're vibing on this chill atmoshpere
Baby you have been blue
song performed by by Blu Cantrell from So Blu
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Someone Very Near
someone asked me to describe someone near
my eyes got the picture of you dear
my dear is sweet star among stars
describe to what, a star?
my dear is not a star, something more
my dear is a sunflower
that raised its wing for morning sun
describe to what, a flower?
my dear is not a flower, something more
this starts an end less journey
describe to what, a pleasant journey?
my dear is something more
poem by Kiran Raaz
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The critic has to educate the public; the artist has to educate the critic.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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So Many Poems/How Can One Possibly Begin To Describe
SO MANY POEMS/ HOW CAN ONE POSSIBLY BEGIN TO DESCRIBE
So many poems.
How can one possibly begin to describe
The many beautiful things
We meet in our lives?
So much is too much for the eyes
Words certainly cannot describe
The Beauty we see
Being alive.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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She Bangs The Drums
I can feel the earth begin to move
I hear my needle hit the groove
And spiral through another day
I hear my song begin to say
Kiss me where the sun dont shine
The past was yours
But the futures mine
Youre all out of time
I dont feel too steady on my feet
I feel hollow I feel weak
Passion fruit and holy bread
Fill my guts and ease my head
Through the early morning sun
I can see her here she comes
She bangs the drums
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
Shell be the first shell be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
Shell be the first shell be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
Shell be the first shell be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Take The Critic
Take the critic and change yourself!
Take the critic and,
Change from negative to positive;
For, you always need a positive character in life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Coincidence
Every critic in the town
Runs the minor poet down;
Every critic--don't you know it?
Is himself a minor poet.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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