Some Autism History

Some Autism History

Lately, I have been extremely interested in the intersections between the autistic community (my community) and the anti-racism work that I am involved with both at the city and in my personal life. Most particularly, I am trying to identify ways that I, and the community as a whole, can be both actively anti-racist AND celebrating of the awesome diversity within the autism and other adjacent neurospicy communities. And then a week or two back I discovered Levert the Bassman’s account on TikTok. This guy (I am assuming gender, based on Bassman) is incredible. Not only could I listen to him talk all day, every video of his I watch is like a mini masterclass.

I will be writing (and talking on the podcast) more about autism and anti-racism over on JimBob Jones in the next couple of weeks. It would be beyond amazing if I could interview Levert the Bassman, too, but I’m a nobody.

A Love Poem Is a Tricky Thing

Sometimes, when I a m not writing horrible bluegrass songs, I write poetry (although it has admittedly been a minute). Almost none of these have been seen beyond maybe a close friend or, as is the case with the poem here, the intended recipient. I wrote this poem for a former parter who had a profound impact on my life, and who I still feel deeply for, regardless of the way things turned out.

A Love Poem Is a Tricky Thing
December 2018

A love poem
Is a tricky thing.
For I am not the first to
Feel these feelings,
Or the first to search
The darkness of
The depths of the night
For Words precious enough
Or beautiful enough
To describe
Whatever it is.

But I am the first me
To first love you,
To find the Words
To say.
Unless you count the other mes
And the other you
Across the Universes.
For surely this feeling
Is bigger than one life.
Is bigger than one Universe.

And just now,
I found the Words
To describe the thing:
I love you,
So much that
Surely one life
And one Universe
Is much too small
To contain it.