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Jean Cocteau

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
My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.
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Drive Myself Name Poetry Simplicity Wait
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
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Death Drugs Ghost Home
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
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Death Live Myself Teaching Try
When I write, I disturb. When I show a film, I disturb. When I exhibit my painting, I disturb, and I disturb if I don’t. I have a knack for disturbing.
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Display Disturb Myself Paint Writing
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Devil Dirty Yourself
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
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Death Greatness Media Myself News Pieces Sad Yourself
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
I have not looked at a newspaper in twenty years; if one is brought into the room, I flee. This is not because I am indifferent but because one cannot follow every road.
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Difference Follow Myself Road Room
Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
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Beautiful Myself See Talk Woman
Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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Acceptance Rejection Youth
Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
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Achievement Elegant Hope Life Live Poetry
Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.
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Acceptance Deserve Oneself Reward Yourself
The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Call Limitation Public Wisdom
Living is a horizontal fall.
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Fall Live One Liner Perspective
After you have written a thing and you reread it, there is always the temptation to fix it up, to improve it, to remove its poison, blunt its sting.
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Poison Reading Remove Temptation Writing Yourself

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