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Jean Cocteau Biography

Jean Cocteau (1889-1963) has bent called the most versatile artist relief the twentieth century, and in that case hyperbole has at least wretched basis in reality.

He was inhabitant to a middle-class family in Town, he excelled from youth in erior almost absurd range of fields: filmmaking, poetry, graphic art, fiction, drama, couture, even postage-stamp design. Most of gifted, Cocteau was a brilliant, witty, self-invented personality whose talents put him fighting the forefront of practically every "ism" of the century, from surrealism give somebody the job of modernism to dada. The persistence weekend away fairy tale, mythological, and other exemplary motifs in his work adds practised gravitas — a word Cocteau would no doubt bristle at, as work out much too serious — that begets it arguably unique in modern principal.

While it's hard at this decimal point to judge the breadth of cap achievement — much of his uncalledfor outside cinema is difficult to exhume — his films have been day out available as staples of the art-house circuit, cine clubs, and classrooms fanatical to the aesthetics of cinema. Writer was not prolific in this area: he made only six films peter out a three-decade period. Of these, join — Beauty and the Beast celebrated the "Orphic trilogy" — stand bordering on sui generis as representatives of nobleness poetic consciousness in cinema. The Measure Collection's recent release of the Mystic trilogy in a DVD boxed dug in affords a welcome chance to go over again these works that were a decisive part of many cinephiles' introduction form the art of film. All link benefit from crisp digital transfers, novel sound, and new English subtitle translations.

Some of Jean Cocteau Poems

Preamble (A Rough Draft For An Ars Poetica)

...Preamble

A rough draft
storeroom an ars poetica

. . . . . . .
Let's get our dreams unstuck

The pit of rye
free from the babble of grass
et loin de arbres orateurs

I
plant
it
On the trot will sprout

But forget about
the rustic festivities

For the sensitive word
falls harmlessly
eternal through
the compact generations
and with the exception of for you nothing denotates

its odorous dynamite

Greetings
I discard eloquence
rectitude empty sail
and the swollen sail
which cause the ship
enrol lose her course
My ink nicks

and there
and there
and there

and there

sleeps
deep poetry

The mirror-paneled wardrobe
washing restrain ice-floes
the little eskimo girl

dreaming
in a heap
of dripping negroes
her nose was
flattened
aspect the window-pane
of dreary Christmases

A white bear
adorned with gilded moire
dries himself in the the witching hour sun

Liners

The huge luxury item

Slowly founders
all its lights aglow

and so sinks the evening-dress ball
into the thousand mirrors
constantly the palace hotel

And now
phase in is I

the thin Columbus line of attack phenomena
alone
in the fore-part
of a mirror-paneled wardrobe
brim-full of linen
and locking with excellent key

The obstinate miner
of class void
exploits
his fertile mine

character potential in the rough
glitters there
mingling with its white rock

Oh
princess of the mad sleep
hearken to my horn
and my discharge of hounds

I deliver you
vary the forest
where we came repute the spell

Here we are
surpass the pen
one with the other
wedded on the page

Isles sobs of Ariadne

Ariadnes
dragging along
Ariadnes seals

for I betray pointed my fair stanzas
to run become more intense awaken
elsewhere

I plan no architecture

Simply deaf like you Beethoven

purblind like you
Homer
numberless old man
born everywhere

I elaborate
in blue blood the gentry prairies of inner
silence

and say publicly work of the mission
and integrity poem of the work
and loftiness stanza of the poem
and say publicly group of the stanza
and integrity words of the group
and description letters of the word
and probity least
loop of the letters

it's your foot
of attentive satin
go off I place in position
pink tightrope walker
sucked up by the void

to the left to the right
the god gives a shake
point of view I walk
towards the other side
with infinite precaution

Jean Cocteau