Tuesday, 5 July 2016

the poetry of the visible or invisible soul (5 July 2016)



Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
- Jean Cocteau

Philippe Halsman, portrait of Cocteau


The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living.
- Jean Cocteau





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




Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.

- Jean Cocteau





Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

- Jean Cocteau




When I make a film, it is a sleep in which I am dreaming.
- Jean Cocteau



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