«وَعَظَّمْتُمُ الْعِظَامَ الرُّفَاتَ»
You have exalted bones long turned to dust.
Exalting crumbling bones is a deliberately sharp image for over-reverence of past masters. The criticism is not directed at their real achievements but at using their prestige to suppress a fair hearing for living writers.
Historical reputation may deserve respect, yet assessment of literature must still examine the actual work. A fair standard does not automatically prefer the old or the new; it asks for demonstrable quality.