The work of a Critic

Recently I’ve had this great interest in both the written and spoken arts. Along the way I came across an interesting piece of art...RATATOUILLE...a play by Brad Bird turned into a great animated movie by Pixar. I bet you all have watched it or had a sneak peak at a preview so I’ll skip the reviews!!

What I really liked and want to share is part of the screenplay…the words of Anton Ego a renowned French critic who is set to point out the finest of chefs while he shames those who fail to please his taste-buds……in this case he is overwhelmed by the great taste of food served at Gusteau's restaurant. However he soon learns the food was prepared by a rat.

In as much as he critiques food I believe LITERATURE is food to the soul!! Hope you find it interesting as I did.

Anton Ego:

Anton Ego

the work of a critic is easy.

We risk very little,

yet enjoy a position over those

who offer up their work

and their selves to our judgment.

We thrive on negative criticism,

which is fun to write and to read.

But the bitter truth we critics must face

is that in the grand scheme of things,

the average piece of junk

is probably more meaningful

than our criticism designating it so.

But there are times

when a critic truly risks something

and that is in the discovery

and defense of the new.

The world is often unkind

to new talent, new creations.

The new needs friends.

Last night,

I experienced something new,

an extraordinary meal

from a singularly unexpected source.

To say that both the meal

and its maker

have challenged my preconceptions

about fine cooking

is a gross understatement.

they have rocked me to my core.

In the past, I have made no secret

of my disdain

for Chef Gusteau's famous motto,

"Anyone can cook."

But I realize only now

do I truly understand what he meant.

Not everyone

can become a great artist,

but a great artist

can come from anywhere.

It is difficult to imagine

more humble origins

than those of the genius

now cooking at Gusteau's,

who is, in this critic's opinion,nothing less than the finest chef in France.

I will be returning to Gusteau's soon,

hungry for more.

~her knight in shinning armour~

she sits in the shadow
Of a man she loves...
She'z givin' her all
And her all is all she has
She would rather Die in his armz
Than watch him leave her side
She feelz the walls..
Of her haert with her fingers
Where he wrote their namez
The walls of her infatuated heart!
She feelz his warm breath
................:......:......:.....:.....:.:.:.:
As he yells at her!
she now bleeds
From the same walls!
her heart broken n cut
Her drimz of a prince
Crushed by the toad she kissed
she hungs onto her drimz
By stringz that hold the stiches on her heart
slit open by the sword
Of her knight in shinning armour
But She still holds on..
She wont let him go
She watches as love
Sips into her broken heart
For she knows
For every thorn...
Comes a throne

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