Jean Genet
Jean Genet
Jean Genet19 December 1910 – 15 April 1986) was a French novelist, playwright, poet, essayist, and political activist. Early in his life he was a vagabond and petty criminal, but he later took to writing. His major works include the novels Querelle of Brest, The Thief's Journal, and Our Lady of the Flowers, and the plays The Balcony, The Blacks, The Maids and The Screens...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth19 December 1910
CountryFrance
men revolution rebellious
The main object of a revolution is the liberation of man... not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.
blood tears body
Ah those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!
suicide suicidal lines
Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?
dream men order
A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
men solitude world
Beauty has no other origin than the singular wound, different in every case, hidden or visible, which each man bears within himself, which he preserves, and into which he withdraws when he would quit the world for a temporary but authentic solitude
eye gay lgbt
I'm homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It's a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.
night hours dove
It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
artist solitude moral
Added to the moral solitude of the murderer comes the solitude of the artist, which can acknowledge no authority, save that of another artist.
pimp
The pimp has a grin, never a smile.
dream would-be youth
Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
fighting past mad
The time for reasoning is past; now's the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.
music song memories
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.
art point-break poetry
Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
love noble use
Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.