Who actually enjoys reading literary criticism?
Reading it usually gives me the same headache as watching Judge Judy. I feel like if some kind of art is bad, it should just be allowed to wither to the wayside. If for some reason it gains a following, it won’t taint art, the rest of us will still know it’s crap.
I’m putting this out there because it is a required supplement to my application to a creative writing program.
I do not want to be a critic, I want to create. I suppose to create, most of us have to be critics of our own work – so this essay’s use must be to prove that we are capable of this way of thinking. As humans, though, we constantly judge to stay alive. It’s in our nature. It’s a true and tough practice to get away from this.
Should I just write my essay, or some how be snarky and fit this perspective into it?