Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
JEAN COCTEAUSuch is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
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Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
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Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
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Youth can only assert itself through the conviction that its ventures surpass all others and resemble nothing.
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Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.
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Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
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Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.
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Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.
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It is difficult to live without opium after having known it because it is difficult, after knowing opium, to take earth seriously. And unless one is a saint, it is difficult to live without taking earth seriously.
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Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
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I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love.
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There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
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Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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