Really? I don’t know what that kid’s story is or what your story is, but don’t you lot get tired of Rilke’s intolerable religiosity? So what, you read Letters to a Young Poet and now the only measurement for a “true” artist is that she perishes if she doesn’t exercise her artistry?
You know I’m immune to your sarcasm, right? I’m sure you’re used to making people second guess themselves with that holier-than-thou tone, but the full weight of your smirking ego doesn’t count as a valid point.
The measure of an artist is her art. We have a word for people who call themselves artists without a body of work to show for it — pretentious.
Funny thing, it’s the same word we use for smug college students who try to impress people with their summer reading list.