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And an echo of the ones who've walked before me and joy for the ones who walk beside me

The Mythic Delirium 26th Anniversary Reading was artistically spectacular and emotionally significant and I am now eating a hastily toasted pastrami and Swiss cheese sandwich on the extremely deli-inferior white bread which is the only kind in the house because I had forgotten that participating in a performance through a screen does not actually require less of my energy than being in the room with all the other readers and our audience, although it was entirely worth the effort as the readings hosted by Mike Allen at Readercon always were. I used to see some cross-section of this community of people every year; I had missed them and their voices. It was as good as an anthology aloud. Hestia even put in a professional appearance, hopping onto my lap during one of the first selections. I had never actually counted up the number of poems I had published during the print tenure of Mythic Delirium and it pleases me that it turned out to be thirty-six.

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What a lovely event! It was great to see you read your work again.

What a lovely event! It was great to see you read your work again.

Thank you! It was great to see you! I waved toward the end when everyone was popping out of the Zoom, but have no idea if I was still in the visible part of the gallery.

You were visible, just before I logged out!

You were visible, just before I logged out!

Yay!

I really miss the difficulty of conventions being a matter of cost and logistics, not health and plague.

What kind of mustard?

You did superbly and you looked very well and your smile was the real thing in spite of the Zooms.

What kind of mustard?

Stoneground!

spatch prefers the spicy brown kind that goes splot.

You did superbly and you looked very well and your smile was the real thing in spite of the Zooms.

Thank you. I then pitched over and slept for several hours in the evening instead of doing anything else I had planned.

I am all-in on mustards and pickley things, so I approve of both kinds, plus also beet chrayn as acceptable for pastrami. (White chrayn is only for Pesach and standing rib roast.)

Look, sleep is one of those things. It sneaks up with a brickbat and we don't get to choose.

It was a fantastic and very moving experience. Such memories. I first encountered you--before I knew you at all--in the pages of MYTHIC magazine, the very issue that Mike held up. When you mentioned the flowering of all the Hamlet poems around your LJ entry, the memory came racing back--that sort of thing, so marvelous!

Like you say, so wonderful to hear all those voices again.

It was a fantastic and very moving experience. Such memories. I first encountered you--before I knew you at all--in the pages of MYTHIC magazine, the very issue that Mike held up.

I don't think I had known that was our first contact! I remember meeting you through a poem I had written for one of Erik Amundsen's dreams. That's just as neat as

fleurdelis41 becoming aware of me first as the person who ran the slides for Greek art and archaeology and sometimes fell asleep.

When you mentioned the flowering of all the Hamlet poems around your LJ entry, the memory came racing back--that sort of thing, so marvelous!

I still wish those had made it into a chapbook! Everyone took a different angle.

Like you say, so wonderful to hear all those voices again.

I don't want to have to wait another, even telescoped, twenty-six years.