I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
JEAN COCTEAUPoetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
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Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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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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Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
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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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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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A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.
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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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A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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The public is never pleased with what we do, wanting always a copy of what we have done.
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I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say.
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We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
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A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
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