Criticism

I have never liked the whorehouse mirror that permeates criticism.
The author,
a grotesque fallibility like you and I,
pontificates under the guise of an omniscient, faceless authority figure,
always deflecting from himself,
placing his facts and opinions on the door of 'truth'
or some other banal institution,
bridging no contradiction.

You cannot know the full import of an argument of information without knowing
the source and the mind from which it came.

But will I tell you?

No.
I am shy.

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