After reading your last post and a whole other plethora of things about yourself on here, I've decided that you are one of the most interesting people that I've found on the internet/had the chance to interact with. If someone ever again asks me later in life, 'Who is/was the most curious person you've ever known?' You can bet your bottom that I'll be changing it from Spiderman (as my 10 year-old-self would have said) to irisbleufic on Tumblr. Kudos, as Spiderman is hard to beat. 💙
In which case, my friend, I’m honored, because Spiderman is super curious! ♥
calicovirus said: i’ve long held that since you’re a Poet, life always made sure that Events would happen to you. normal people who aren’t going about being Poets don’t have Events. but you’re a Poet and so must have Events.
It brings into a play a kind of chicken-and-egg argument, you have to admit. Did the constant and outlandish events make a writer of me, or did the fact I’m inclined to writing make me look at the events on a portentous scale? Then again, if forces outside our ken regularly look at humans who engage in making art and say, Yeah, let’s allocate the big stuff to those ones, they’ll use it well, hopefully to comfort others in hardship and to teach—well, who knows.