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Art is science in the flesh.

Jean Cocteau

Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
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Help Important Recognition
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
Listen carefully to first criticisms made of your work. Note just what it is about your work that critics don’t like – then cultivate it. That’s the only part of your work that’s individual and worth keeping.
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Care Criticism Listening Work Yourself
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
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
Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.
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Art Past Religious Time
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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Light Ourselves Poetry Record Role Strict Surprise Word
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love.
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Death Fear Love Myself People
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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Fountain Movie One Liner Thinking
I’ve always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.
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Deep Difference History Illusion Myth Mythology Perspective Reality Truth
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Devil Dirty Yourself
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
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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Artist Escape Kind Prison Work
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

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