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Facing Critics Quotes

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“Critics are important. They give us the reasons, knowingly or unknowingly, not to fall, slumber or deviate from our true purpose . If only you would see, understand and appreciate the real lessons your critics teach you with a calm heart, you would know and understand that your critics are nothing but great facilitators to help you get to your vision and true purpose diligently and distinctively.”
Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

C.E. O'Grady
“She swallowed the ridicule & washed it down with criticism, It was far sweeter than the taste of obscurity.”
C.E. O'Grady

E.A. Bucchianeri
“Art reveals the inner psyche of the artist. It takes a certain type of hardiness for a creative person to share their works to the public.”
E.A. Bucchianeri, Vocation of a Gadfly

Abhijit Naskar
“Victor Volcano (Sonnet for Haters)

Haters keep yelling slurs,
Then wonder and despond,
Why do I always keep quite,
Why do I never respond!
I am not a slave you bought,
At an arabian slave market.
I am not your domestic pet,
To exist for your amazement.
I ain't no circus or zoo animal,
To sit 'n bear slurs, you fool.
My name is Victor Volcano,
You're safe, so long as I'm cool.
That's why I keep quite 'n walk away.
If I ever retaliate, haters will fade away.”
Abhijit Naskar, Dervish Advaitam: Gospel of Sacred Feminines and Holy Fathers

Abhijit Naskar
“I ain't no circus or zoo animal, to sit 'n bear slurs, you fool. My name is Victor Volcano, you're safe, so long as I'm cool.”
Abhijit Naskar, Dervish Advaitam: Gospel of Sacred Feminines and Holy Fathers

Abhijit Naskar
“It's not selfish to run away from insult,
Better run away than retaliate with harm.
Even mindless cavemen have a right to live,
Even if they know not the worth of the sun.”
Abhijit Naskar, Yarasistan: My Wounds, My Crown

Abhijit Naskar
“So, stay or run - do as you like,
Do whatever helps you shine your light.
Places are myths, only the person is real,
Person is the source of all light and sight.”
Abhijit Naskar, Yarasistan: My Wounds, My Crown