All Good Criticism Should Be

Jane Austen Is At The End Of The Line That Begins With Samuel Richardson, Which Takes Wonder And Magic Out Of The Novel, Treats Not The Past But The Present.

I Admire Ginsberg As A Poet, Despite The Fact That He Seems Not To Know When He Is Being Good And When He Is Bad. But He Will Last, Or At Least Those Poems Will Last.

Unless Criticism Refuses To Take Itself Quite So Seriously Or At Least To Permit Its Readers Not To, It Will Inevitably Continue To Reflect The Finicky Canons Of The Genteel Tradition And The Depressing Pieties Of The Culture Religion Of Modernism.

There Is A Place In Men's Lives Where Pictures Do In Fact Bleed, Ghosts Gibber And Shriek, Maidens Run Forever Through Mysterious Landscapes From Nameless Foes; That Place Is, Of Course, The World Of Dreams And Of The Repressed Guilts And Fears That Motivate Them [i.e., The Unconscious]. This World The Dogmatic Optimism And Shallow Psychology Of The Age Of Reason Had Denied; And Yet This World It Is The Final, Perhaps The Essential, Purpose Of The Gothic Romance To Assert.

The Black Situation Has Changed. They Finally Realized They're Americans.