O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRead
Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procreates turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.
Interpretation
Criticism began as a positive force to appreciate beauty, but has turned negative over time, highlighting flaws instead.
In this quote, Longfellow reflects on the nature of criticism, suggesting that it was initially intended to celebrate and point out the beauty in art. However, he observes that over time, human passions and negative intentions have transformed criticism into a tool for tearing down rather than building up, making it a source of pain instead of comfort.
In practice
In a discussion on art critiques, I would say, 'As Longfellow noted, criticism can often miss the beauty and focus on flaws.'
O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
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I see things, that's all. Write enough stories and every shadow on the floor looks like a footprint; every line in the dirt like a secret message.
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