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	Comments on: Feared and Fearless: Hilton Kramer, 1928-2012	</title>
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		By: Pat Lipsky		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Pat Lipsky]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2012 22:21:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Hilton Kramer gave me my first New York Times review.  It was good. Among other things he wrote that I had &quot;a strong pictorial intelligence.&quot;  It happened I think because I&#039;d had a bad review the week before in New York Magazine.  I was new to the art world and didn&#039;t know Hilton or John Gruen, whom I immediately donned John Ruin.  I always thought that Kramer had read the Ruin review and found it over the top.  So he went over to Emmerich and checked the work out himself.  
     A witty and interesting man, with a solid intellect. &quot;We will not look upon his like again.&quot;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hilton Kramer gave me my first New York Times review.  It was good. Among other things he wrote that I had &#8220;a strong pictorial intelligence.&#8221;  It happened I think because I&#8217;d had a bad review the week before in New York Magazine.  I was new to the art world and didn&#8217;t know Hilton or John Gruen, whom I immediately donned John Ruin.  I always thought that Kramer had read the Ruin review and found it over the top.  So he went over to Emmerich and checked the work out himself.<br />
     A witty and interesting man, with a solid intellect. &#8220;We will not look upon his like again.&#8221;</p>
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		By: Paul Kraus		</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 20:54:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I think of Hilton Kramer, I remember his remark upon visiting the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh. He said:  &quot;It&#039;s a nice museum; now all it needs is some art.&quot;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I think of Hilton Kramer, I remember his remark upon visiting the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh. He said:  &#8220;It&#8217;s a nice museum; now all it needs is some art.&#8221;</p>
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		By: Vivian Tsao		</title>
		<link>https://artcritical.com/2012/04/11/hilton-kramer/#comment-17829</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Vivian Tsao]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 00:44:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It seemed only yesterday when Mr. Hilton Kramer, dressed in a light blue shirt accented with a deep red bow tie, handed me a copy of the summer issue of The New Criterion from the other side of his desk. He said, &quot;This is for you.&quot; In mid summer of 1984, I was about to conduct my first interview with the art critic whose reviews and book The Revenge of the Philistines: Art and Culture 1972-1984 had enlightened and impassioned me as an artist. I thought I should introduce the man and his words to the Chinese art public. My essay on his writing and our two in-depth interviews that year were published in the Chinese language art magazine the Hsiung Shih Art Monthly in Taiwan. In the 1980s before the open cultural exchange took place between Taiwan and Mainland China, this magazine reached the Mainland and was kept in the library of institutions such as the Central Academy of Fine Arts in Beijing. Chinese artist/writers like Mu Xin and Chen Danqing who were then residing in New York thought these interviews and my translation of his reviews opened a new window to Western art criticism for them. The poignant words by Kramer were not the usual generalizations of art by familiar Western names. These two artists who were searching for a channel to connect to contemporary art valued what they heard from Kramer.

      When I told Mr. Kramer the topic for our subsequent interview &quot;Beckmann and the Neo-Expressionists&quot; in October, his face suddenly brightened up with joy. He said,&quot;This is very close to my heart.&quot; Several days before Thanksgiving, the critic made an exception to come to his office. When I asked him if he felt that Beckmann was like a visitor from another civilization as he wrote in 1969, Mr. Kramer, dressed in a dark gray wool suit and a white silk tie that echoed his white shirt gave me a surprise answer. He said that the cultural climate for contemporary art had changed markedly since that article &quot;Max Beckmann: The Quality of Pulsating Life.&quot; The emergence of the Neo-Expressionism in Europe and U.S. that occurred within the past decade was a sign of the welcoming back of the Expressionist impulse in art. &quot;No. He seems now to be considered something of the father of our own civilization.&quot; replied the critic.

      When he heard my question, &quot;What do you think is the role of an art critic?&quot; the seasoned writer with fine features lowered his head. After a moment&#039;s thought, he said, &quot;The role of the critic was defined by T.S. Eliot many years ago in a way that I think has rarely ever been improved upon. Eliot said the role of the critic consisted of two things primarily: the elucidation of works of art, and what he called the correction of taste. I think that these remain the two primary functions of criticism. 

      On the one hand, (there is) the illumination of works of art, both past and present. By the correction of taste, I think he meant to describe all those functions that the critic takes on in
      explaining why works of art are important to us: what values they encompass, what perspectives
      they lead to, what is important in the work of the past as well as the present, how certain works in
      the past have lost their meaning for us--meanings that they might have had for an earlier
      generation. 

      By taste, I think Eliot meant something broader than what we normally mean by it. He meant a 
      kind of spiritual affinity, a spiritual outlook. I think that (central to this is) the combination of both 
      the analysis of objects--what we call the explication of works of art, the elucidation of works of 
      art-- and on the other hand, the larger cultural, critical task of correcting taste, correcting values--
      affirming some and denying others. I think those remain the primary functions of criticism today.&quot; 

      As our taped interview gradually came to closure, I realized that I was having a privileged  
      experience in discovering the answers to my long term questions. I am grateful that these 
      in-depth interviews and my essay &quot;Poetic Reflections&quot; which focused on the writings on Morandi
      by Kramer and by poet W.S. Di Piero are included in my book in Chinese The Mark of Time: 
      Dialogues with Vivian Tsao on Art in New York. The well-illustrated book, published by Hsiung 
      Shih (Lionart) Art Books in 2003, lives in the Chinese world. Mr. Zhong Han, art critic and 
      professor at the Central Academy of Fine Arts in Beijing, found the book inspiring. Not only 
      that, its art magazine that first printed these interviews is being archived in its original format in a
      Chinese language digital file that will soon become available. The sudden realization that the 
      voice of art critic Hilton Kramer will be heard by new readers around the globe was magical.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It seemed only yesterday when Mr. Hilton Kramer, dressed in a light blue shirt accented with a deep red bow tie, handed me a copy of the summer issue of The New Criterion from the other side of his desk. He said, &#8220;This is for you.&#8221; In mid summer of 1984, I was about to conduct my first interview with the art critic whose reviews and book The Revenge of the Philistines: Art and Culture 1972-1984 had enlightened and impassioned me as an artist. I thought I should introduce the man and his words to the Chinese art public. My essay on his writing and our two in-depth interviews that year were published in the Chinese language art magazine the Hsiung Shih Art Monthly in Taiwan. In the 1980s before the open cultural exchange took place between Taiwan and Mainland China, this magazine reached the Mainland and was kept in the library of institutions such as the Central Academy of Fine Arts in Beijing. Chinese artist/writers like Mu Xin and Chen Danqing who were then residing in New York thought these interviews and my translation of his reviews opened a new window to Western art criticism for them. The poignant words by Kramer were not the usual generalizations of art by familiar Western names. These two artists who were searching for a channel to connect to contemporary art valued what they heard from Kramer.</p>
<p>      When I told Mr. Kramer the topic for our subsequent interview &#8220;Beckmann and the Neo-Expressionists&#8221; in October, his face suddenly brightened up with joy. He said,&#8221;This is very close to my heart.&#8221; Several days before Thanksgiving, the critic made an exception to come to his office. When I asked him if he felt that Beckmann was like a visitor from another civilization as he wrote in 1969, Mr. Kramer, dressed in a dark gray wool suit and a white silk tie that echoed his white shirt gave me a surprise answer. He said that the cultural climate for contemporary art had changed markedly since that article &#8220;Max Beckmann: The Quality of Pulsating Life.&#8221; The emergence of the Neo-Expressionism in Europe and U.S. that occurred within the past decade was a sign of the welcoming back of the Expressionist impulse in art. &#8220;No. He seems now to be considered something of the father of our own civilization.&#8221; replied the critic.</p>
<p>      When he heard my question, &#8220;What do you think is the role of an art critic?&#8221; the seasoned writer with fine features lowered his head. After a moment&#8217;s thought, he said, &#8220;The role of the critic was defined by T.S. Eliot many years ago in a way that I think has rarely ever been improved upon. Eliot said the role of the critic consisted of two things primarily: the elucidation of works of art, and what he called the correction of taste. I think that these remain the two primary functions of criticism. </p>
<p>      On the one hand, (there is) the illumination of works of art, both past and present. By the correction of taste, I think he meant to describe all those functions that the critic takes on in<br />
      explaining why works of art are important to us: what values they encompass, what perspectives<br />
      they lead to, what is important in the work of the past as well as the present, how certain works in<br />
      the past have lost their meaning for us&#8211;meanings that they might have had for an earlier<br />
      generation. </p>
<p>      By taste, I think Eliot meant something broader than what we normally mean by it. He meant a<br />
      kind of spiritual affinity, a spiritual outlook. I think that (central to this is) the combination of both<br />
      the analysis of objects&#8211;what we call the explication of works of art, the elucidation of works of<br />
      art&#8211; and on the other hand, the larger cultural, critical task of correcting taste, correcting values&#8211;<br />
      affirming some and denying others. I think those remain the primary functions of criticism today.&#8221; </p>
<p>      As our taped interview gradually came to closure, I realized that I was having a privileged<br />
      experience in discovering the answers to my long term questions. I am grateful that these<br />
      in-depth interviews and my essay &#8220;Poetic Reflections&#8221; which focused on the writings on Morandi<br />
      by Kramer and by poet W.S. Di Piero are included in my book in Chinese The Mark of Time:<br />
      Dialogues with Vivian Tsao on Art in New York. The well-illustrated book, published by Hsiung<br />
      Shih (Lionart) Art Books in 2003, lives in the Chinese world. Mr. Zhong Han, art critic and<br />
      professor at the Central Academy of Fine Arts in Beijing, found the book inspiring. Not only<br />
      that, its art magazine that first printed these interviews is being archived in its original format in a<br />
      Chinese language digital file that will soon become available. The sudden realization that the<br />
      voice of art critic Hilton Kramer will be heard by new readers around the globe was magical.</p>
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		By: Michelle Mackey		</title>
		<link>https://artcritical.com/2012/04/11/hilton-kramer/#comment-17768</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Michelle Mackey]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2012 02:28:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I respected Kramer&#039;s intellect through his writing,
but now I have a fuller picture of his professionalism, his thoroughness, and his context.  
Thank you for the personal insight, David, I really enjoyed that.
michelle]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I respected Kramer&#8217;s intellect through his writing,<br />
but now I have a fuller picture of his professionalism, his thoroughness, and his context.<br />
Thank you for the personal insight, David, I really enjoyed that.<br />
michelle</p>
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		By: Melany Terranova		</title>
		<link>https://artcritical.com/2012/04/11/hilton-kramer/#comment-17404</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Melany Terranova]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 16:49:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://artcritical.com/2012/04/11/hilton-kramer/#comment-17376&quot;&gt;William King&lt;/a&gt;.

thanks for sharing........your human reaction/observation brings life and
spirit to the article....]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In reply to <a href="https://artcritical.com/2012/04/11/hilton-kramer/#comment-17376">William King</a>.</p>
<p>thanks for sharing&#8230;&#8230;..your human reaction/observation brings life and<br />
spirit to the article&#8230;.</p>
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		By: Alex Katz		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Alex Katz]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 04:08:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I&#039;ll always have a warm place in my heart for Hilton.  he gave me my first long, bad review, and a reproduction of &quot;Lawn Party&quot; filling one third of a page of the Sunday Times to prove his point.  I met him at a party and told him my mother liked the review - he said, &quot;I wish other people did.&quot; (my mother&#039;s quote was &quot;It&#039;s about time someone got interested in you.&quot;) He took me out of the crowd and gave me a bad review on a level of the bad reviews he gave Bill de Kooning.  I still remember the shock of the review.  Thanks Hilton, you really could write a bad review.  (He later gave me a rave review for my show at the Wadsworth and I think it launched my career.)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ll always have a warm place in my heart for Hilton.  he gave me my first long, bad review, and a reproduction of &#8220;Lawn Party&#8221; filling one third of a page of the Sunday Times to prove his point.  I met him at a party and told him my mother liked the review &#8211; he said, &#8220;I wish other people did.&#8221; (my mother&#8217;s quote was &#8220;It&#8217;s about time someone got interested in you.&#8221;) He took me out of the crowd and gave me a bad review on a level of the bad reviews he gave Bill de Kooning.  I still remember the shock of the review.  Thanks Hilton, you really could write a bad review.  (He later gave me a rave review for my show at the Wadsworth and I think it launched my career.)</p>
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		By: William King		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[William King]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 04:01:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[He gave me a stunning, delicious review early on (&#039;50&#039;s?), and I called or wrote to say &quot;thank you, o lordly one&quot;. He responded, nicer than this, of course: &quot;You poor sap, you think I wrote that for YOU? You must be confusing me with ********** or *********** or even ***********!&quot;  Lemme tell you that was a lesson-and-a-half re the NY ArtWorld!
	But, over the years, he kept taking my work very seriously, and I took THAT very seriously, he giving me to understand I had a permanent place on the Art Curve! Have you any idea what that means to a budding hick artist? Does that still happen?
	&quot;He&#039;d stand in front of a work of art and literally, yes literally, lick his chops&quot; Anita Ventura told me.
	One-in-a-million.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He gave me a stunning, delicious review early on (&#8217;50&#8217;s?), and I called or wrote to say &#8220;thank you, o lordly one&#8221;. He responded, nicer than this, of course: &#8220;You poor sap, you think I wrote that for YOU? You must be confusing me with ********** or *********** or even ***********!&#8221;  Lemme tell you that was a lesson-and-a-half re the NY ArtWorld!<br />
	But, over the years, he kept taking my work very seriously, and I took THAT very seriously, he giving me to understand I had a permanent place on the Art Curve! Have you any idea what that means to a budding hick artist? Does that still happen?<br />
	&#8220;He&#8217;d stand in front of a work of art and literally, yes literally, lick his chops&#8221; Anita Ventura told me.<br />
	One-in-a-million.</p>
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