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Critics

Critics are a special kind of human being.

To be a critic one has to be born to it.

The born critic, thanks to the exceptional
sheeepness of his wits, finds out exactly
what it is not all about.

He invariably sees,
not the faults of the work of art,
not those of the artist, but his own.

The critic, thanks to the natural shee-
eepness of his wits,
becomes aware of his own deficiencies
through the medium of the work of art.

Critics resemble those well-loved men,
the schoolmasters, although it is true
the critic needs to pass no exams:
critics are born not made.

Critics do not have to give up their umbrellas
when they go to an art exhibition.

The umbrellas do, however, have to take an exam.

Only umbrellas with holes are admitted to art criticism.

The difference between artist and critic is this:
the artist creates, the critic bleates. 

(Poem by Kurt Schwitter) 


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