tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post9136834566345643927..comments2024-03-19T16:12:52.149-07:00Comments on my dripping brain: literary criticism as a work of artTim Buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02077264442946829918noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-61548000090045343272014-01-25T22:48:16.532-08:002014-01-25T22:48:16.532-08:00The closest I have come in my musings on Gillian i...The closest I have come in my musings on Gillian is as a synesthete: her work is shades of ivory and white and grey, minimal, disciplined, like a piece of Japanese calligraphy--from a distance it might appear simple, but the effort behind it--staggers.Iulia Flamehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06962212081437398247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-10599968903071397952014-01-25T22:44:54.028-08:002014-01-25T22:44:54.028-08:00I've admired Gillian's work for some time,...I've admired Gillian's work for some time, her work grants me a shiver of recognition that I've not been able to articulate. To me, the critical recognition of art is nearly as necessary as its creation, it is as an antiphonal response or as a dance partner --who wants to dance the samba alone?Iulia Flamehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06962212081437398247noreply@blogger.com