Semiosis by Stephanie Robinson is a poem read by her.
The poem is called Semiosis but i also refer to my current era of work as Semiosis too.
And the Autistic Sensorium is part of that. Semiosis refers to the process of assigning meaning to objects and their signs, and so I'm exploring who gets to decide those relationships?
One part of the poem says
"Who defines relevance in the Umwelt?
Perception deaf unless significance felt.
What currency used in conceptual trade?
Signs meaningless, until meaning made"
And the poem just echoes all the times where I felt I was clearly telegraphing my meaning, my needs, my care, and people couldn’t even see it because they refused to accept alternative perspectives
They kept imposing their own semiosis over mine
And then on the other hand it explores my disembodied,
dissocciated state where I was deaf to my body and the ecology, despite it also shrieking at me