My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.
JEAN COCTEAUCultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
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We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
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When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
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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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Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
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An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
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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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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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Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
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It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.
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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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Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
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I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.
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