If nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?

It is something I recognise in myself. I do eavesdrop. I do people-watch, a lot.

I once saw a picture in the paper of John Hegley with 'poet' written on his knuckles, and I thought that was pretty cool, so I was quite up front about it.

Now that I've had a book published, it is quite validating, but a bit embarrassing.

It takes a lot of energy and creativity to make such screwed up lives carry on. And the kind of will people have to survive, year after year, dealing with that stuff, is weirdly impressive.

I've never known a person to live to be one hundred and be remarkable for anything else