April 18, 2012

Three recent poems by maestro – Jeff Walker

Posted in Uncategorized at 11:49 am by Aleksan

male bonding at supper time

In clear daylight
a duplicitious black rhino
dressed as a shaolin monk
lumbers through
the trophy room
looking for its head
intuitively understanding
its own impossible task
searching for restfulness
dusty rooms dry graveyards
overlooked unpalatable tasteless unforgiving
delusional wisdom
sometimes the mind doesnt register what the eye see’s
Eating hot baked potatoes dripping with butter
fond memories of what once was.

Gerthadt Richter

A long time ago
gerthardt told my father
never to tell
How the past eroded truth
We invented a new story
one we could smile at
convince others
we had history
we told it many times
even I believed it
repeating endlessly
until it became the truth
It was a shock to find gerthardt
was related – somehow I knew
I was a liar
I exaggerated
my life is empty otherwise
the friends I have
I built on fiction
my name is gerthardt richter

invert to drink
my voice is like a cuckoo clock
every time
falling from my mind
it resonates reverberates renounces
autumnal floating windswept words
its despicable nature
I apologise although
it really not me
my genes, my past, my neurological circuitry
my thoughtlessness ignorance and lack of interest
why bother
stopping the human precipice race
circular cyclical existence
it’s not my job
sombre seriousness recognise
masks the glib irrevocable demise
of that particular animal
by writing gibberish
to occupy

April 6, 2012

Good Friday and another “God botherer” pontificates…

Posted in Uncategorized at 8:04 am by Aleksan

Once again we have a Christian Authority on the radio pontificating about Christian values like tolerance and love beginning with Jesus! Utter claptrap! Long before Jesus Hindus Jains, Buddhists, Taoists and Confucians , and also the Greek Philosophers and Jewish prophets, were advocating love, tolerance and “Christian Values” like selflessness and forgiveness. Please BBC and Media give credit where credit is due.

Beige – another poem of our time by anguished genius Jeff Walker

Posted in Uncategorized at 7:25 am by Aleksan

Captain fate
Master of the universe
Centric spinning
Everything conflicts
Free agent of thought
Confrontations impinge
On my private war
To remain the same as
I have ever been
Nothing changes but the crisis
Of self awareness
Still the same old shit
My killer eyes reek vengeance
As I watch the tele

Mr hero

April 5, 2012

Horse Riding better than Physio for MS – YES!

Posted in Uncategorized at 12:38 pm by Aleksan

Riding Sonadora in the sea

Riding Sonadora on Hayling Island Beach

Therapeutic horse riding, which was the focus of this study, involves the participant actively riding the horse. 27 people with MS were divided into two groups; one group undertook therapeutic horse riding while the other group did traditional physiotherapy. Both groups did two series of 10 weekly sessions. Their ability to balance and various aspects of walking were measured before and after the study.

The researchers found that the group who undertook therapeutic horse riding improved both their balance and some measures of walking. The same improvements were not seen in those who did the physiotherapy programme. They concluded that this form of exercise is good for people with MS.

Muñoz-Lasa S, Ferriero G, Valero R, et al.
Effect of therapeutic horseback riding on balance and gait of people with multiple sclerosis.
G Ital Med Lav Ergon. 2011 Oct-Dec;33(4):462-7.

April 4, 2012

A helpful story – we decide how we respond and how we live…we have choices…

Posted in Uncategorized at 4:21 pm by Aleksan

John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always
in a good mood and always has something positive to
say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he
would reply, ‘If I were any better, I would be twins!’

He was a natural motivator.

If an employee was having a bad day, John was there
telling the employee how to look on the positive side
of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I
went up and asked him, ‘I don’t get it!

You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do
you do it?

He replied, ‘Each morning I wake up and say to myself,
you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a
good mood or … you can choose to be in a bad mood

I choose to be in a good mood.’

Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a
victim or…I can choose to learn from it. I choose to
learn from it.

Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can
choose to accept their complaining or… I can point
out the positive side of life. I choose the positive
side of life.

‘Yeah, right, it’s not that easy,’ I protested.

‘Yes, it is,’ he said. ‘Life is all about choices.
When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a
choice. You choose how you react to situations. You
choose how people affect your mood.

You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The
bottom line: It’s your choice how you live your life.’

I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left
the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost
touch, but I often thought about him when I made a
choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a
serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a
communications tower.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care,
he was released from the hospital with rods placed in
his back.

I saw him about six months after the accident.

When I asked him how he was, he replied, ‘If I were
any better, I’d be twins…Wanna see my scars?’

I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what
had gone through his mind as the accident took place.

‘The first thing that went through my mind was the
well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter,’ he
replied. ‘Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered
that I had two choices: I could choose to live or…I
could choose to die. I chose to live.’

‘Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?’ I

He continued, ‘..the paramedics were great.

They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when
they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions
on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really
scared. In their eyes, I read ‘he’s a dead man’. I
knew I needed to take action.’

‘What did you do?’ I asked.

‘Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions
at me,’ said John. ‘She asked if I was allergic to
anything ‘Yes, I replied.’ The doctors and nurses
stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a
deep breath and yelled, ‘Gravity’.’

Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to
live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.’

He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also
because of his amazing attitude… I learned from him
that every day we have the choice to live fully.