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I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.

Jean Cocteau

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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Disappoint Experience Friendship Love Short
Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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Myself Poetry Reason
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
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
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Animal Cat Enjoyment Home Love Myself Soul Visible
Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.
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Day Death Mirror Myself Work
The only way to kill death is through photography.
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Camera Death Kill Photography Way
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Devil Dirty Yourself
Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
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Audacity Far Journey Yourself
Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it’s a miracle that we don’t dissolve in our baths.
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Funny Magic Miracle Ourselves Water
Poetry is a religion without hope. The poet exhausts himself in its service, knowing that, in the long run, a masterpiece is nothing but the performance of a trained dog on very shaky ground.
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Animal Dog Hope Performance Poetry Religion Service Training
Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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Myself Mystery Organization Pretend
It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.
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Addiction Body Oneself
Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.
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Art Lying Preference Reality
Art is science in the flesh.
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Art Body One Liner Science
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
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Art Beautiful Fashion Hands Production Time Ugly
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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Feeling Goodness Motivational Music Mystery Object
Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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Artist Cost Material Money Movie
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
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Death Drugs Ghost Home
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
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
There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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Deep Evidence Love Philosophy
The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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Artist Escape Kind Prison Work
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
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Himself Poet Rose True
You have comfort. You don’t have luxury. And don’t tell me that money plays a part. The luxury I advocate has nothing to do with money. It cannot be bought. It is the reward of those who have NO Fear or Discomfort.
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Comfortable Fear Luxury Money Play Reward
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
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Choice Death Kill Option Save Torture
Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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Elegant Existence Notice
We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter

I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.

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