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All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.

Jean Cocteau

Silence moves faster when it’s going backward.
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Fast Move One Liner Philosophy Silence
I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say.
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Myself Poetry Talk
The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living.
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Death Eyes Live
If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.
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Believe Deep Dreams Famous Poet
Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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Criticism Cultivate Hate Unique Work Yourself
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Art Moral Praise
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
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Art Artist Bad Fame Give Up Reward Success
Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
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Count Earth Moment
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
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Children Mad Patience Poet Try
Living is a horizontal fall.
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Fall Live One Liner Perspective
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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Language Myself Nature Ocean Understand
The job of the poet (a job which can’t be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.
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Force Habit Learning Object Place Poet Position Soul Tragedy Visible World
I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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Control Feeling Myself
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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Beautiful Curse Recognition
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
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Beginning Born Death Deep Life Myself Perspective Rush Walk
Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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Acceptance Rejection Youth

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