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This morning, Stan Lee, the grand old man who created countless universes, left us. However, to dorks like me, his work will forever remain, and thusly, he shall too.
Stan Lee, the grand old man of hyper-coloured dudes, overpowered heroines and one-dimensional evil, is dead. In the galaxy of buff cause and effect he created, a spectrum populated by the Black Panther, the X-Men, Spiderman et cetera et cetera et cetera, he was the brightest star of all. Like Hemingway before him, Lee was a figure that moved independently to the fiction he created. He was a character who created characters. A man of walk-ons, cameos and celebrity anecdote. He was Stan Lee, and all else followed in his turbulent wake.
His universe created countless others. He inspired those who inspire us. Like William Burroughs was to punk, Metallica to metal, Lee’s work was an entirely new bible to source from. For those who had no inspiration to donate, Lee’s work was a sanctuary to breathe in, his pages a field to run in. Comic people found comic people. Social circles began with a flourish of Lee’s wrist. To borrow from his own famous words, with great inspiration, comes great responsibility. For a man who ostensibly grew people in their underwear, Lee was as wise as more heralded philosophers. He famously purported that luck was the greatest driver of us all, stating “…kids have been asking me what’s the greatest superpower. I always say luck. If you’re lucky, everything works. I’ve been lucky,” and he eroded the first/last step that looms tall over writers new and old stating, “…I always wrote for myself. I figured I’m not that different from other people. If there’s a story I like a lot, there’s got to be others with similar tastes.”
His work continues to paint the walls of cinema, which will continue on its inexorable march to fleece/entertain us, but while his cameo shifts into the memory, it’s important to note that his fingerprints will remain. Stan may have left, but he’s certainly not gone. So, today, don’t feel the loss, use it as an excuse to be proud, to reintroduce yourself to his work. It’s what I’ll be doing.
— Variety (@Variety) November 12, 2018
Face front, true believers.