...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
Sylvia PlathRead
It seems this is an age of clever critics who keep bewailing the fact that there are no works worthy of criticism.
Interpretation
The quote critiques critics who complain about the lack of quality in art while failing to appreciate existing works.
Sylvia Plath's quote reflects on the paradox of modern criticism, where critics decry the absence of significant artistic works worthy of analysis. This suggests that instead of merely lamenting the state of contemporary art, critics should engage more deeply with the works available and acknowledge the value and complexity present in them.
In practice
During an art exhibition, one might quote Plath to highlight the importance of engaging with the artwork rather than critiquing its absence.
...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.
You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?
I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.
It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual.
Critics... They're like traffic cops. They say what they have to say, then leave, and another guy moves in ,and he has his say - and it's often just the opposite. The result is either critical acclaim or critical murder, and neither has any bearing on my music or direction.
Memories, impressions and emotions from the first 20 years on earth are most writers' main material; little that comes afterward is quite so rich and resonant.
Anything you are shows up in your music - jazz is whatever you are, playing yourself, being yourself, letting your thoughts come through.
One thing I did pick up from Cannonball Run was the use of bloopers and outtakes under the final credits, which I've done in all my movies since.
How do you paint yellow wheat against a yellow sky? You paint it jet black.
I don't resent being a female painter. I don't exploit it. I paint.
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