What calls you today in cacophony, will disenchant you tomorrow in an hypnotic trance. The vessel that weeps your regrets, will tomorrow chant you in praise. So you, who promises talent, don't let the critic be your guide. Those who don't write poietically, critically acclaim those who they wish were them; but they disdain those who write as they do because they don't dare to dance with them.
The critic, a battle in vain, if you are judging the character of the writer and not the progress.