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61LNJ+BWeZL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_Gene Gryniewicz recently published a small collection of poems entitled One True Thing About Parkinson’s Disease And The Ten Thousand Things That Follow. It is available from Amazon.com … and includes poems, photographs, watercolor sketches – all by Gene Gryniewicz. Most importantly, the volume includes several pages of introduction that discuss Gryniewicz’s battle with Parkinson’s, and its relation to his own creativity.

He writes that “he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease in 2005 … and he promptly quit writing and drawing; he blamed it all on the tremors, and on an ungrounded fear of losing his balance … ten years passed, and, still upright, he decided to address the issue of his PD, head-on; he was in no great hurry.”

These poems and their accompanying artwork are one of the ways Gryniewicz has come to terms with this disease. The poems in One True Thing About Parkinson’s Disease … are a string of meditations on aspects of Parkinson’s symptoms; the meditations are wrapped in imagery:

  • Tremors can be dragons
  • Losing one’s balance can be caused by an earthquake, or a cat stretching … and arching underfoot
  • Freezing – countered by rhythmic movement? … by dance? And
  • Mortality, that old scarecrow, underscores it all

One True Thing About Parkinson’s Disease And The Ten Thousand ThingsImage (44) That Follow is available in soft cover bound, or kindle editions. A portion of the money garnered by book sales is donated to Parkinson’s research.

A little bit of this – say – some thoughts on Parkinson’s Disease … particularly my thoughts on my Parkinson’s Disease; they are not the same as yours, necessarily. My PD is not su PD.

A little bit of that … say something about Poetry. One True Thing About Parkinson’s Disease And The Ten Thousand Things That Follow is, after all, a collection of poems, some photographs, and a few watercolor sketches. This is how I address the issue of having an incurable disease – a progressively chronic incurable disease –

A little more of this. Each in-stance and iteration of Parkinson’s is unique, and what works to alleviate the symptoms of one may exacer-bate those same symptoms in another … provided you can find two people sharing all the same symptoms … at the same time …

A lotta bit o’ that

I prefer a good haiku to Carbidopa/Levodopa four times, daily, thank you. Just as I prefer QiGong to Deep Brain Stimulation. There is comfort in reducing the world to succinct units of seventeen syllables each –

There is focus that distracts from tremors and imbalance –

Watercolors salve the soul.

And they are not as scary as surgery … to me anyway.

Given enough time, and a borrowed typewriter,

a chimpanzee is more likely

to develop Parkinson’s disease

than he is to hunt and peck out

the collected works of Shakespeare …

One True Thing About Parkin-son’s Disease And The Ten Thousand Things That Follow is a string of meditative poems touching on aspects of my Parkinson’s symptoms – how they affect me and how I react to them –

translating them into images that I, in turn, transcribe into haiku … that I stretch and restructure, ideally, into … the twitch of a butterfly’s wing

It’s my wing; it’s my world. And I can be afraid of whatever I want to be.

  • Tremors can be dragons … if I want them to be …
  • Losing one’s balance can be caused by an earthquake, or by a cat stretching … arching its back … twisting underfoot
  • Freezing – countered by rhythmic movement? … by dance? And
  • Mortality underscores it all

Parkinson’s Disease permeates the life of a person with PD.

Am I preaching to the choir, here?

Do you wake with Parkinson’s? Do you sleep with it? … or not sleep with it? Has it thrown you out of bed in the middle of the night … or slammed you into a wall as you try to navigate a corner.

It trips you up with your own feet –

It knocks you down so that you don’t want to get up again.

  • Poetry offered me – a helping hand.
  • Photography – when I can hold the camera still – offers me that same helping hand.
  • With Watercolors

I build monuments

to remind those left behind that they can still choose as I

chose … picking my way, precisely, amid the ruins of heaven,

I keep my hands in my pockets; I touch nothing …

take nothing that does not already belong to me. This hope
belongs to me –

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