Critique (n.) is best come to through admiration, through rediscovering the problem one poses and the machinery through which one poses it.
Critique (n.) is, in its best sense, the critique of forms, not contents. That is, not of the 'mistakes' of capitalism, but of capitalism itself.
Critique (n.) is not about showing us ugly things, but about giving the object of criticism a new beauty.
Critique (n.) is not being against something (which amounts to chit-chat) but rather involves being inspired and visited by the very genius that one denounces.
Critique (n.) is not being against something but being inspired to extract something that still belongs to the author, though you also turn it against him.
Critique (n.) is not criticism of false application, false knowledge, or false knowledge, but the encountering of morality, faith, an ideal knowledge in the pursuit of something new, a new image of thought.
Critique (n.) is not disagreeing, but rediscovering the problems the author poses, working your way back to what he does not say in what he says, his particular machinery. Genuine critique is achieved through admiration.
Critique (n.) is the content of forms, not false contents. As long as we're content criticizing the 'false', we're not bothering anyone.
Critique (n.) is the pursuit of something new, a 'new image of thought' rather than not, a la kant, a critique of 'false applications' (of morality, knowledge, or religion).
Critique (n.) is, when done correctly, such that one shows the object of criticism as beautiful, as magnificent. One must love what one criticizes and give it a new beauty... good destruction requires love.