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Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.

Jean Genet

Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn’t had an audience, and lines to speak?
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Audience Delicious Fascination Talk
The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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Fight Inspirational Mad Past Reason Time
There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.
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Convict Flower Relationship
Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.
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Dawn Language Morning Name Play Reveal Voice Whisper
My heart’s in my hand, and my hand is pierced, and my hand’s in the bag, and the bag is shut, and my heart is caught.
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Hand Heart Myself Trap
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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Break Day Let Go Myself Night
Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.
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Crime Man People Shame True
They spent their time doing nothing… they let intimacy fuse them.
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Fuse Intimacy Time
Repudiating the virtues of your world, criminals hopelessly agree to organize a forbidden universe. They agree to live in it. The air there is nauseating. They can breathe it.
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Agreement Breathe Crime Hope Virtue World
I don’t want to disappear.
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Disappear Lost Myself
Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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Betrayal Experience Happiness
On him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.
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Body Himself Move
Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it’s also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.
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End Gun Image Power Shadow Weapon
There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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Experience Horny Morning
The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
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Devil Difference Smile
Solitude, 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 GENET

Happiness Knowledge Royalty Secret Solitude State Understand Vulnerable

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