Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


An autistic savant feels the swoon
of that old neuro-typical tune
playing chess with his sisters
and other sad blisters
till the dish ran away with the spoon


  1. This just absolutely made my night. Love it!

  2. riffing from a great old nursery rhyme here... nicely done

  3. Harlequin
    This words are fantastics, I loved it.
    I like the subject a lot, I have been studying how savants and their brains work. For the purposed of getting and inside of how the brain works, which is contrary the main ones. The idea is that the mind is an almost endless repository of information, like savants are, and that our inteligence lies in how we filter that.
    Anyway I loved the crazy ending also. By the way you are great.

  4. I have to believe that this is a very good way to make us who are outside understand Autism and Savants better. Well done Harlequin.

  5. thanks, everyone... I am sticking with a bit of the Autism theme here, and I appreciate your insights and comments... you definitely are getting what I am trying to do.
    I liked the riff thing, too, Jon...it kind of came together at the end there

  6. Harlequin,

    I am new to your site. Your work is beautifully crafted. Your limerick... brilliant.

  7. Megan-- thanks so much for your comments and kind words... welcome!