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The Critic
by Don Matley
There he sits immortal
Atop his self-made mountain
Cross-legged and all-knowing
Oozing cutting saws of wisdom.
Like a coiled snake
Hissing his venom at the works of others
Like an uninvited rattler crossing your path.
But ignore him,remain undaunted by his wrath.
You bravely bared your soul in revealing your art
Shared it with others for them to enjoy
You wrote, sculpted, painted or composed your fingers to the bone
And when completed you were content with your own.
Kindly presented it for all to hear or see
To take it or leave it, whatever their preference might be.
Imagine if we had listened to this critic of old
Art would indeed be much changed by his bold:
Leo! Great work but you havent got her smile quite right.
And Claude your colourful paintings are blurry to the sight
And Mike, really, on the ceiling was a mistake
Now Salvador, you must conform for Petes Sake
No, you certainly didnt reveal your work here and now
To be roasted on high like some sacrificial cow.
God bless the critics who will ever rail out their role to play
But take heart I implore you to always respond, to create and display.
10/26/2007 Posted on 10/27/2007
Copyright © 2026 Don Matley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/27/07 at 03:16 AM Dime a dozen, man. Dime a bloody dozen. Well put all the way through. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/07/07 at 05:53 PM LOL! Yeah, I came to the conclusion a long time ago that a critic is someone who failed to make their mark in whatever art form they criticize. Besides to me "One man's garbage is another man's treasure." |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/07/07 at 05:55 PM PS: I really like how you've mentioned certain artists by their first names and used them as examples. Clever stuff! |
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