5:37am February 22, 2015

Whoever it was that asked if they could use one (or more?) of my poems onto their autistic poetry blog.

The answer is yes, but see below for more details.

I just can’t find whether I answered you or not already, nor can I find your ask.  Also sorry to anyone else whose asks I’m not getting to.  My brain has been very sluggish lately, especially when it comes to writing, reading, and coming up with Internet stuff.  Like the ideas are there – I can sense their preencef not interpret them – but they won’t come out of my fingers in the form of words, the way that they usually do.  Or they come out, but they come out in a way that is indescribably wrong.  

And then I have to do the computer equivalent of wadding up a paper and throwing it across the room.  I know I could do a “select all” + “backspace”, but for some reason it isn’t the same as deleting the file and starting fresh, or putting the file away somewhere in case I can find redeeming qualities later.  Sometimes the problem isn’t my writing.  Sometimes it’s word-blindness, meaning-blindness, or meaning-deafness (or all three) interfering with my ability to read what I have written.  At which point it looks like utter crap, even if, after a few days of rest, i will look fine to me.

So anyway, for right now:

• This permission I’m giving right now appiles only to the person who owns a tumblr blog dedicated to autistic people’s poetry, and who asked permission to use one or more of my poems, recently.
  
• You are welcome to use my poetry, under the folllowing conditions:
• It should be credited to either Mel Baggs, Amelia Baggs, or Amelia Evelyn Voicy Baggs.
• Don’t modify it.
• I retain copyright and all other rights, for now but give you specific permission to use the specific poem(s) you asked about.  (I might eventually change to Creative Commons, but I dare not make such big decisions when my brain is wonky like this.
• Don’t use it to make money.  If you do want to use it to make money, you’ll have to talk to me and we may or may not be able to work something out.

Thanks, and sorry if I got bad to you too late.  I just moved house and my father just died, I’m still in mourning and everything has felt like chaos.  My brain feels slower than molasses in January.

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