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May the devil himself splatter you with dung.

Jean Cocteau

When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
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Appearance Deep Perspective Time Work
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
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
Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.
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Art Lying Preference Reality
Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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Myself Poetry Reason
Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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Acceptance Rejection Youth
I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.
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Best Friendship God Lost Mercy Myself
Art is science in the flesh.
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Art Body One Liner Science
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
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Art Artist Discussion Plant Talk Voice
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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Difficult Earth Live Serious
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
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
The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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Artist Escape Kind Prison Work
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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Complication Simplicity Style Way
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
You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.
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Death Mirror See Yourself

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