February 27, 2013

A Samurai Warrior’s Creed – I have had this beautiful piece pinned up near my desk for over 20 years and it always refreshes my Soul

Posted in Uncategorized at 11:32 am by Aleksan


I have no parents–I make the heavens and earth my parents.
I have no home–I make awareness my home.
I have no life or death–I make the tides of breathing my life and death.
I have no divine power–I make honesty my divine power.
I have no means–I make understanding my means.
I have no magic secrets–I make character my magic secret.
I have no body–I make endurance my body.
I have no eyes–I make the flash of lightening my eyes.
I have no ears–I make sensibility my ears.
I have no limbs–I make promptness my limbs.
I have no strategy–I make “unshadowed by thought” my strategy.
I have no designs–I make “seizing opportunity by the forelock” my design.
I have no miracles–I make right-action my miracles.
I have no principles–I make adaptability to all circumstances my principles.
I have no tactics–I make emptiness and fullness my tactics.
I have no talents–I make ready wit my talent.
I have no friends–I make my mind my friend.
I have no enemy–I make carelessness my enemy.
I have no armor–I make benevolence and righteousness my armor.
I have no castle–I make immovable-mind my castle.
I have no sword–I make absence of self my sword.

~ Anonymous Samurai, fourteenth century

Found in The Book of Runes. Ralph H. Blum, St. Martin’s Press, NY, 1993

February 20, 2013

Jeff Walker – spinning out! Just received this desperate attempt…

Posted in Uncategorized at 4:48 pm by Aleksan


I keep searching, perching, preaching
freedom, reverberates transient
nihilistic fatal form for the ignorant
choice, the eternal recurrence
decisions, pavements leading nowhere
manmade structures constructions
twisted shards, intertwined coils, mole hills
made for meaning, meaningless, ephemeral
the will, power, destruction
a desert mirage for the optimistic
cream, in the fridge, sandwiched in sponge
kettle boiling, unconsciously I know
dogmatic afternoon abandonment
what crisis is this.
dethronement, weak, timid, hocus pocus.
extermination of false gods, plutocrats
tea time,
20 Feb 2013

Two poems received from that tormented soul, Jeff Walker

Posted in Uncategorized at 4:43 pm by Aleksan


The world is made from
chocolate, cheese and chalk
i draw its edges, fill in the shapes
eat my epicurean repast
and finally open my eyes
no beliefs, not even believing in not
for I am not really here
for those who see me, I apologise infinitely
stillness, denying my denial of imagined self
the fossil remains, archaean remnant
generationally, gravitationally challenged
I am its centre, immovable, conceit
no longer attached, lines whirl, dizzy
a doorway of sudden awareness, flickers
oh labyrinthine mind and body
its time to eat chocolate

keep well -bone collector.
20 February 2013

I cast my head in bronze
it became heavy
cumbersome and unruly
not able to listen see and feel
though admired it felt alone
uniqueness’s strangle hold
cold atmospherically responsive
intellectually bound to outlast
a scrap yards dream
never shall I request such grandiosity
my career path reduced
austere surface decoration embellishes
parts shine to the touch
worn in so many ways, no reflection
set in blue sky thinking
synchronicity, wishful, blind
my opposite has re-invented me
my weapon, the metal head
like a psychotic campanologist
I beat my way through the crowds
head held high

merry xmas
23 December 2012

February 10, 2013

Why eat horse-meat and other dodgy stuff? Go for the best – British home grown beef!

Posted in Uncategorized at 8:42 am by Aleksan

Why eat rubbish from Europe? The best beef is British – it is here in all the best butchers shops and farmers markets – or even on-line. Don’t trust cheapo dodgy supermarkets in cahoots with continental Mafia gangs (perhaps indirectly) but support British Farmers and buy British meat!

February 6, 2013

NHS – Let’s bring back the compassion….

Posted in Uncategorized at 8:44 am by Aleksan

Having worked in the NHS from 1968 to 1996 I am particularly distressed by the way it has turned out. It was a kind and friendly place and we spent as much time and money on our patients as they needed. Politicians were not interested and we had never heard of managers until the late 80s. Doctors and Nurses ran the service and we had never heard the word “audit”. It was a big shock when managers and executives took over and when Audit became the goal rather than Care. I used to joke that Health Care Trusts came into being because the priorities of Health, Care and Trust had been lost.. Bullying, bungling and an Orwellian thought police ethos became established. A Finance Director came to see me to say that I must spend less time with patients and families, but see more of them per hour. He said my work was inefficient because I was not saving the Trust money and not making money. He failed to appreciate my view that his efficiency was the opposite from being efficient and effective as a Child Psychiatrist. My heart sank as I realised there was no commitment to Children’s Services – they could not create money, money, money…Of course we had to have audit and managers when the NHS got very expensive – new drugs, expensive scans and people living longer – we all had to be more economic and do things differently – but did we also have to chuck the baby of “compassion” out with the bathwater of “inefficiency?