Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
JEAN GENETThere is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.
More Jean Genet Quotes
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Added to the moral solitude of the murderer comes the solitude of the artist, which can acknowledge no authority, save that of another artist.
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There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.
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What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn’t see Negroes hanging from its branches.
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The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.
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To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
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If we behave like those on the other side, then we are the other side. Instead of changing the world, all we’ll achieve is a reflection of the one we want to destroy.
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Anyone who’s never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn’t know what pleasure is.
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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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The time for reasoning is past; now’s the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
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Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
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Men 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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Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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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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Perhaps 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.
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It’s a true image, born of a false spectacle.
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