Both poet and painter want to reach the silence behind the language, the silence within the language. Both painter and poet want their work to shine not only in daylight but (by whatever illusionist magic) from within.
A lot happens by accident in poetry.
A chronicle is very different from history proper.
The spirit world doesn't admit to communicating with me, so it's fairly even.
Write what you know. That should leave you with a lot of free time.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely; and if you surrender your personal responsibility to a government which promises to take care of you, they will only take care of themselves.