Ever since I first read Susan Sontag's Against Interpretation, it has been reassuring to briefly revisit it from time to time. Other than an escape from, or a protest to the standard of theoretical art, it's a refreshment - an exercise to distinguish the mind from (which is possibly domineering in relation to) the senses.
"Today is such a time, when the project of interpretation is largely reactionary, stifling. Like the fumes of the automobile and of heavy industry which befoul the urban atmosphere, the effusion of interpretations of art today poisons our sensibilities. In a culture whose already classical dilemma is the hypertrophy of the intellect at the expense of energy and sensual capability, interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art"
-- Susan Sontag (Against Interpretation, 1964)