Poetry is an ethic. By ethic I mean a secret code of behavior, a discipline constructed and conducted … - Jean Cocteau

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When I run in the morning, my body spends the first 20 minutes trying to figure out what's happening to it.

Jean Cocteau

Poetry is an ethic. By ethic I mean a secret code of behavior, a discipline constructed and conducted according to the capabilities of a man who rejects the falsifications of the categorical imperative.

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

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