My Work Resembles Me

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Cocteau:
"What is a poet? By "poet" I mean painter, musician, sculptor, architect, what have you."
 
"The poet is, in a way, the laborer for a Self more profound than themselves. A Self they know very imperfectly, a mysterious force that inhabits him and that he knows not at all. I venture to say that the poet is a kind of schizophrenic who lives in all of us, and of whom almost all grownups are ashamed. Of whom a large part of humanity is ashamed."

"I have had fabricated for me a character that is not me, a legendary personage who does not resemble me at all but who protects me in a way, since I should never want to shake this character's hand."

"This inner character who inhabits me is a completely timeless character whom, I repeat, I know very, very little about."

"I am only an intermediary. A medium. A laborer."

"In short, the poet tries to put his night world out on the table; he serves sometimes awkwardly-this Self, and this Self is sometimes ill-tempered over being ill-served. Thus it is that the self which is trying to speak to you now out of my mouth may not be my Self at all."

"I should not wish you to remember me, or rather this "I" who is speaking to you, but the I who dwells in the shadows, in my shadows, and that has been expressed with great lack of control, for I say to you again, control is very dangerous. Faults are the true expression of the individual."

"This much is true: my work resembles me more than the image you see before you at this moment, on a screen or in a photo."

Orphee (1950):
What does marble think when it's being sculpted? It thinks, "I am struck, insulted, ruined, lost." Life is sculpting me. Let it finish its work.

Dick Higgins (who popularized Intermedia in the 60s):

Coleridge (who coined "Intermedia" in 1812):
In every work of art there is a reconcilement of the external with the internal; the conscious is so impressed on the unconscious as to appear in it; as compared mere letters inscribed on a tomb with figures themselves constituting the tomb. He who combines the two is the person of genius; and for that reason they must partake of both. Hence there is in genius itself an unconscious activity; nay, that is the genius in the person of genius.