Amy counters my response to her thoughts on the utility of criticism. I certainly think she’s right that the ultimate arbiter of quality in art is Time, over which standards both develop and are agreed upon and applied, a canon emerges, and so forth. All I’m saying is that the criticism that each of us does in the here and now are little drops in that ocean, or to make us sound more productive and vital, bricks in the edifice. That’s how I feel, anyway–not that I’m the Judge of Goodness for the world, but just for me, and that these are my thoughts about this or that, and I think they’re good thoughts, and you can do with them what you will.
