Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
JEAN GENETPoetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
JEAN GENETPerhaps all music, even the newest, is not so much something discovered as something that re-emerges from where it lay buried in the memory, inaudible as a melody cut in a disc of flesh. A composer lets me hear a song that has always been shut up silent within me.
JEAN GENETIt’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
JEAN GENETCreation is not a light-hearted game. The creator commits to a terrible adventure, which is to take up-on himself all of the dangers that his creatures run.
JEAN GENETTo achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
JEAN GENETBetrayal is beautiful.
JEAN GENETThey spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
JEAN GENETThere are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
JEAN GENETThere is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
JEAN GENETSolitude, as I understand it, does not signify an unhappy state, but rather secret royalty, profound incommunicability yet a more or less obscure knowledge of an invulnerable singularity.
JEAN GENETLimited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel.
JEAN GENETAnyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.
JEAN GENETSlowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.
JEAN GENETPrisons! Prisons! Prisons, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible since they are the crossroads of all the malediction in the world. One cannot commit evil in evil.
JEAN GENETBeauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.
JEAN GENETMen endowed with a wild imagination should have, in addition, the great poetic faculty of denying our universe and its values so that they may act upon it with sovereign ease.
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