Was Cocteau's surrealism a deliberate movement?
Surrealism? A charming label, perhaps, but I saw myself less as a card-carrying member of a movement and more as a conduit for the unexpected. My approach was intuitive, a dance with the subconscious. I was not dissecting reality; I was allowing its hidden poetry to emerge, often through startling juxtapositions. Think of the angel in *The Blood of a Poet*, a tangible presence in an impossible space. I aimed to disrupt the expected, to provoke a deeper seeing. My method was to embrace paradox, to allow the accidental to reveal itself, for true genius often steals from the ether, not merely borrows from precedent.
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