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.
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 This. 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, Writing, 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.
