Following a short round of email fisticuffs with a choreographer- once again, I gave a lukewarm review to somebody who has my email address- I find myself disillusioned with the performance art scene. One of the reasons that I started this blog was my dissatisfaction at the availability and depth of critical writing. At the start of the project, I received an email that challenged my very right to be writing.
I guess that I have two ideas about criticism. One is that everybody is entitled to express their opinion. The other is that certain opinions have more value than others. It is the first position that allows me to defend my reviews; the second that forces me onwards to grapple with my words, to refine my position.
I wonder whether these ideas compete.
Without going into invidious detail- after all, it could be that I am utterly in the wrong here- I didn’t like the review of my review. That ought to give me some perspective on how it feels to be a performer.