I allow myself to wither
My passions separated out from
The core of thought desiccated
While I try to ferment these thoughts
From time to time the dam breaks open
and my need for poetry to
out my thoughts, unable to
my scratch work in my head
In this way the disparate parts of me
I segregate the elements that make me
from my thoughts, and so I dwell in the
facts and figures
moving out my emotions through a
There is a time that a story can move
words without sound
dance more powerful without music
ecstatic exhalations of
power, emotion and thought in one
gigantic swoop of expression.
My own words trembled and failed to pass out
the encompassing effects.
But though my speech doesn’t move
my thoughts do, my soul does
and, guided forward by the winds of fellows
already moving, I move too.
In 1969 (no jokes just now please)
Feminist Theorist Carol Hanisch declared
“The personal is Political”
A response to the idea that when a group
of people suffering under
oppression come together to discuss their
oppression, it is “Just group therapy.”
Throughout the ages (maybe longer than we’ve been homo sapiens sapiens)
art has been a method of non-verbal declaration
Expression of our interior into the exterior world.
To dare to speak the unspeakable,
Expressing in words-
or without them- that which might,
in fullness, not lend itself to language alone.
This is not ASD specific, obviously- This is about bringing our personal experiences and the way the world treats people- particularly those with disabilities- to our art and how we otherwise express ourselves to the world.
There is a guide/alongside interpretation for those with learning or cognitive disabilities.