Quotes by Cultural Critics

Up the still, glistening beaches,Up the creeks we will hie,Over banks of bright seaweedThe ebb-tide leaves dry.We will gaze, from the sand-hills,At the white, sleeping town;At the church on the hill-side—And then come back down.Singing: "There dwells a loved one,But cruel is she!She left lonely for everThe kings of the sea.(from poem 'The Forsaken Merman')

Matthew Arnold

No more semblance or disemblance, no more God or Man, only an immanent logic of the principle of operativity.

Walter Benjamin

No more semblance or disemblance, no more God or Man, only an immanent logic of the principle of operativity.

Walter Benjamin