About the time that taverns shut and men can buy no beer

[sovay]

I am in hibernation from Arisia. Despite the very little sleep I got before all my panels and the slight sense of alienation I felt from the lack of a book-filled dealer's room, the con was a great deal of fun and its associated social aspects—particularly Teseracte's showings of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, to which I dragged Eric, and "Once More, with Feeling," to which Eric dragged me—very much so. I had Ethiopian food in Central Square with friends of Cecilia Tan. I saw Mission of Burma at Great Scott in Allston and for the first time heard "The Ballad of Johnny Burma" and "That's When I Reach For My Revolver" in person. I traded folksongs with Jeff Keller, who needs to send me the lyrics to the soldiers' song. And today the mail brought the Spec House of Poetry's chapbook for the 2nd Annual SFPA Poetry Contest, which contains my sonnet "Letters for Nereis." I think this is a good start to the week. But I'm still in hibernation.

Comments

[gwynnega]

That all sounds like loads of fun...but I can well see why you'd need some hibernation time afterwards!

[sovay]

but I can well see why you'd need some hibernation time afterwards!

Yeah. I was also fighting off a cold—the good news is that I did not pick up my mother's Cough of the Damned, only a persistent sore throat—but I would still need time alone. I do not recharge from other people.

Mother Aloysius Sez:

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

Good heavens, pestilence seems to be dogging your steps this winter. Get rest, feel better.

[sovay]

Good heavens, pestilence seems to be dogging your steps this winter.

Pestilence dogs my steps every winter. I think it likes me.

Get rest, feel better.

I'm working on it!

(Thanks.)

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Glad you had a good time, and I hope you're free of the cold and sore throat soon.

I traded folksongs with Jeff Keller, who needs to send me the lyrics to the soldiers' song

The Irish national anthem? I can get you that easy enough, an he doesn't come through with sufficient rapidity.

[sovay]

The Irish national anthem? I can get you that easy enough, an he doesn't come through with sufficient rapidity.

I don't know, but I don't think so. I'd never heard it before. The chorus (please keep the previous sentence in mind if I quote it inaccurately) was more or less—

So far from home and every man an enemy
So far from home and little chance of leave
So far from home, no pretty wife to comfort me
Pity us poor soldiers—we've cause enough to grieve

—and sounded melodically like a partial inversion of "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye." It was somber and ghostly and associated with a Morris dance whose name I don't remember. He was trying to inveigle me into joining his company.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

Like this?

Nine

[sovay]

Like this?

That would be it. Now all I need is a recording.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

I don't know, but I don't think so.

Doesn't sound like, no. And I should've remembered that you always capitalise and quote-mark, even when you're exhausted. Sorry about that; I should've gone to sleep and commented in the morning, myself.

[dkolodji.livejournal.com]

"Letters for Nereis" is one of my favorite poems in the chapbook.

[sovay]

"Letters for Nereis" is one of my favorite poems in the chapbook.

I'm honored. Thank you!