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Jean Cocteau poetry

Jean Cocteau | poetry

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.

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Jean Cocteau poetry

Jean Cocteau | poetry

Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.

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Jean Cocteau poetry

Jean Cocteau | poetry

The poet doesn’t invent. He listens.

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Jean Cocteau poetry

Jean Cocteau | poetry

A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.

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Jean Cocteau pet

Jean Cocteau | pet

I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul.

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Jean Cocteau music

Jean Cocteau | music

All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.

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Jean Cocteau movies

Jean Cocteau | movies

A film is a petrified fountain of thought.

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Jean Cocteau marriage

Jean Cocteau | marriage

Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.

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Jean Cocteau Love

Jean Cocteau | love

I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul.

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Home Jean Cocteau

Jean Cocteau | home

I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul.

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