The Blood of a Poet (1930) is Jean Cocteau's first film. A dream-like sequence of vignettes, this avant garde film explores the role of sexuality, pain, and self-doubt in a poet's creative process. Cocteau (a poet himself who believed that poetry is the foundation of all the arts) depicts the creative act as a kind of dangerous, dark, self-inflicted suffering.
At this point in my post, I had planned to summarize the plot of Blood of a Poet. Really, I did. After a few failed attempts, however, I decided that summarizing the plot of a surrealist film is also an act of self-inflicted suffering. Instead, I'll let you check out this rather brilliant mashup of the first two "episodes" of the film (with music by Massive Attack) and form your own impressions.
So, poets, what do you think? Are you inspired? Confused? Both? Do you agree with Cocteau that creativity is dark and dangerous? Or, do you just wish that I had picked a cat playing piano video instead? What do you see when you peek through keyholes? Feel free to approach Blood of a Poet in any way you like. Just keep your act of self-inflicted suffering to 80 words or less.