Here Be Monsters
It happens every time, this crazy heart of mine. I start out writing a simple blog and I end up pissing everyone off. And so it goes. I guess it’s time to back off from politics, social commentary, and the like. Okay, good plan. Let’s go back to talking about martial arts.
Martial- Inclined toward being a warrior. Warlike or preparatory for combat. Arts- Repetition and expression of forms leading to transcendence. Attempting to describe truths that are beyond the objectively communicated.
Those are good enough definitions. Is there anything in either of those words that signifies sports? Competition for points or money? Sparring? Pay per view? Fucking walk in music? I didn’t think so. So STOP CALLING COMBAT SPORTS MARTIAL ARTS AND VICE VERSA. Jesus fucking Christ this pisses me off.
Look, I like combat sports. Boxing, MMA, Pro Wrestling, whatever. They’re fun. They can be entertaining. But they aren’t Martial Arts and neither are the training systems that attached to them. Judo, BJJ, Tae Kwon Do, Krav Maga, Karate, boxing, etc are great. They’ll get you into shape. They’ll teach you to fight. But they aren’t fucking Arts. Sciences? Sure. Sports? Pastimes? Valuable cultural phenomenon? Okay. But not Arts.
I’m a Martial Artist. I don’t fight. I don’t spar. Lord knows I don’t make much money. I train to understand the universe. I train to explain those things that can’t be explained. I have more in common with a modern dancer or a musician than an MMA fighter. Oh, and I can still probably kick your ass. I just don’t care about that.
Okay, now I’ve probably pissed off a bunch of ‘martial artists’. Maybe I better take a short break form the blog. I’ll be back in about two weeks. Promise. In the meantime why don’t you get off your damn computer and go train. In the meantime Saor Alba, Vaya con Dios, & Viva la Revolucion.