Margaret (Atwood) and me.
Margaret Atwood was very nice. I sent her a book a while back and she brought it along so I could sign it.
The stage was very big
Poets normally read to six people, one of whom is nappign and two of whom are waiting for the mic.
And I was, frankly, a rock star. I read three poems, one framed around Fritz Haber (written for the occasion), one about Pavlovsk Station (the one from Best Canadian Poetry) and one about General Relativity (always a barn burner poetry topic). And I very nearly got a standing ovation.
This was. A thing.
Many people asked me afterward to post the Fritz Haber poem, so I will, soon.