tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138077166633858662.post6143461676499469448..comments2023-01-15T00:13:43.600-08:00Comments on The Split End: The Pitfalls of Camaraderie: Or, A Justification of Dark GlassesLily Janiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03947272608435709440noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138077166633858662.post-40767899434041136572010-07-19T07:18:45.267-07:002010-07-19T07:18:45.267-07:00"I think it's a substitute for touch, som..."I think it's a substitute for touch, sometimes, criticism: for the desire to touch something, to eat it, to not be separate from it. You can't eat a play; you can't kiss the eyelids of a piece of music. Language is a substitute for touch. And touching language is critical language. And bad criticism is when you get angry that you can't eat it or make love to it or stick your tongue in its mouth or put it up your nose and smell it, so instead you try to make it smaller, or make it go away, because unrequited desire is an unbearable burden sometimes."<br />-from Deb Margolin's Critical Mass (the last play I did at Yale)Liba https://www.blogger.com/profile/06009245152402104695noreply@blogger.com