Natalie Joelle – Poetry Readings for Autistic Pride 2020

Natalie Joelle is a transdisciplinary researcher, creative practitioner, and activist at Birkbeck, University of London, funded by the Arts and Humanities Research Council and the Fund for Women Graduates. Her critical and creative publications can be found as part of Interdisciplinary Studies in Literature and Environment, the Routledge Environmental Humanities Series, Palgrave Studies in Animals and Literature, The Goose and Plumwood Mountain. Further information about her work is available at www.gleaning.info.

Natalie recited the following poems at the Autistic Pride Online Celebration on the 20th June, 2020, and has given permission for them to be shared below. 

 

ASP, or, Autistic Spectrum Pleasures

 

May I love the textures

May I love the patterns

May I love the vibrations

 

May I speak my mind

May I be heard in kind

May I not need to communicate

 

May I have time alone

May I turn off my phone

May I have the key to the quiet room

 

Please

 

May I turn the lights down

May I sit down

May I have this seat

 

May I have more time to eat

May I have something spicy

 

May I be safe to play

May I throw my personal alarm away

 

May I change this world

May I rock your world

May I stim with your head

 

May I interrupt your clock

May I taste your

May I hyperfocus on this specific


 

come AS you are

no sweet aspersions

shall the heavens

let fall

 

melting it down

and Zoming out

diversely or savagely

unmanning the mannerly

with my unruly speech

raising my rip-

raised micro-soft

hand raising it

and putting it down

 

in Piccadilly Circus

to my fiery juggler

they’re guarding

their jugulars

and do I oppress

to liberate this

 

so oppress this I

limiting what I

express sit for a

minute’s selective

muting in the encrypteric

closing down

not coming out

cancelling my noise and

zoning out

 

in Monty Python’s Flying Circus

nt the right room

for as argument

from too many screens

to alexithyme

losing the language

of my dreams

 

oh break my heart

for I cannot hold

my tongue

and my tongue

cannot hold my heart

in this room

 

ah Greta Thunb

this world is not ready

for some of us

yet

 

oh let

aspersions sweet

heaven shall fall

 

 

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