THE TRUTH OF THE MOMENT
By Domineko du Surigao
“Nemo me impune lacesit” – from A Cask of Amontillado
By Edgar Allan Poe
THE DRAMA in that late morning of May 3 was akin to the principle of ambuscade executed in blinding rapidity as in that stealthy frontal interception that jarred and rattled the senses. The purpose of which is to inflect not only injury but mental anguish, dread and amazement to the recipient while evading at bay in anticipation for a fight another day.
Such was the climactic performance of the Pacman’s patented tactics of speed, precision and his capricious but fluid cadences in the square arena. A subtle resemblance of East Asia’s temperament during the 60’s: EXPLOSIVE and RESTLESS!
That, being contrasted on the other hand, with the somnambulant oscillations of the Hitman upon stumbling into dreamland – a replica of Western Europe after World War II: RUINED and DEVASTATED!
East met West.
Each in their sinister but mesmeric lethal dance of bloodlust for the win; exchanging blows like the clashing of minute swords of grass in the wind-blown verdant green, each fully clad and gleaming with the crimson dew of covetousness – leaping for the sky, reaching and both wanting for the sun…..
After the raucous din, only one man remained standing for the accolade. It was over. Brief. Clearcut. Neat. Swift as lightning.
Thus, was punctuated Europe’s best P4P fighter in that electrocuting flash of a pugilist’s dream: entering with as bang, departing in deafening silence.
THE UNSEEN WHYs and WHEREFOREs
After the Hitman had awakened from that sweet slumber initiated by that famous left hook, he allegedly said: ‘All right Coach, let’s get on with it! Let’s go for a jog before I floor that Pacman in the ring.’ The Coach answered: ‘What jog, the game is over’! Harharhar!
The simulated conversation is reflective of the human tendency to fall into that familiar trap labeled as the abnormal loss of memory. Amnesia. Forgetfulness. Oversight of the little things that when magnified should have considerably swayed the outcome of a projected goal.
Fatally overlooked by the Hitman was the wisdom of KNOWING. “It is in the knowing that we find resilience to cope with the demands of what we seek.” To vanquish one’s adversary, the doctrine of Ninjutsu stated among others: “Know your enemy. Become his friend and the other phases of his defeat will come in handy and in succession.”
Also forgotten for scrutiny was the psyche of the Pacman.
At an early age, the Pacman learned the rudiments of boxing in his frequent brawl while peddling his Pan de Sal, Newspaper and or shoe-shinning in the streets and alleyways of GenSan. This knowledge, if only pursued, would have given a hint of deducing that the Pacman was already a STREET FIGHTER prior to his involvement in the punching scene.
And the Hitman challenged this guy to a fracas of fists inside the ring! Who can deny him the privilege? It was like dispatching the proverbial turtle into the river! So, the ember flamed. And the splinters flew thereafter.
Another yarn has it that when a reporter asked why the fight was lost so quickly, the Hitman retorted: ‘Oh, Boy, how can you ever expect to win against a dude with eight fists?’ Harharhar!
Speed. Discipline. Concentration. Wisdom. Truthfulness in war or combat. These are the attributes of a good warrior. He must know how to incite fear, hate, anger, confusion and fright into the soul of the enemy. These are aspects of one attitude: INSECURITY. Feed this to the enemy in great dozes.
Failing to do this, one cannot win. One merely survives.
No matter how much the Hitman denies it, there was fear in his eyes upon climbing the stair to the ring. That was proven later when he bulldozed his way to test the water with a dubious thrust to the Pacman’’s side. There was also fear when he succumbed to the floor the first time while the second fall contrived revenge as reflected in the shock on his face. His body language confirmed all these and was magnified on the life-sized screen.
As long as there is fear, there will be defeat. This is a posture that invites revenge. And if one begins to think only of revenge, one’s body will be made weak by that obsession. One will cease to have options open until all strategy disappears, leaving only one thing: the thought of revenge.
The cause of the first knockdown, according to Doods, was reminiscent of Jeet Kune Do. Precisely right. He also chimed it was a shot from Nimo Naranai Do. Not wrong either. One or the other, they have that common mode of execution: Astounding SPEED.
Speed kills. Or maim. Hence the sealed fate of the Hitman in five minutes & fifty seconds. Whether it was JKD or NND that made it, was not the issue that hanged at bar.
It was Pacman’s fist that brought the house down along memory lane.
Dismissed, too, as irrelevant was the concentrating power of the Pacman. Unknown, perhaps, to the Hitman’s party, concentration plays an important role in any form of combat. This was one of Pacman’s aces: “To meet the enemy with the mind settled on that spot where one’s offence must constantly hammer the adversary into oblivion.”
On the contrary, the Hitman’s intentions were clearly telegraphed by his body and eye movements prompting the other party to anticipate in the form of mind-reading and intercept the blows prior to being consummated. Thus, the Jeet Kune Do slash in the first salvo.
And that was the CHIN of the matter. The LOWER JAW in another.
Alien to the Western mind is the almost fanatical preoccupation of the Pacman to indulge in moments of SILENCE in his Mass Offering a day before the fight and again kneeling in STILLNESS on his corner prior to the action. Why is this?
Kenjutsu affirms: “Combat is a very deep SILENCE attacked. Just as man can create silence, so does the human psyche: thought. Without silence, thought is impossible. Without thought, strategy cannot be formulated. Unless one actively seeks out the SILENCE in the midst of combat he cannot attain victory. He can only be there as witness to his own defeat.”
These intangibles, basically regarded as negligible, became in fact the fatalistic factors pushing the Hitman into his own pit. Were you to agree or not, that is the infallible palindromic message etched on the mirror on the wall.
BODY LANGUAGE
While the Pacman almost always wear that enigmatic grin before his fights, the body speaks a tune rather contrary whenever blows are inflicted unto him. Albeit the Pacman knowing this or not, is clearly manifested everytime he retaliates to the opponent.
The language being Latin and written as the lead of this article, it is herein translated into English meaning thus:
“No one attacks me with impunity.”
That, is the tenet of the warrior under stress. That, also is the truth of the moment. More or less.
Domineko du Surigao
May 10, 2009
Such was the climactic performance of the Pacman’s patented tactics of speed, precision and his capricious but fluid cadences in the square arena. A subtle resemblance of East Asia’s temperament during the 60’s: EXPLOSIVE and RESTLESS!
That, being contrasted on the other hand, with the somnambulant oscillations of the Hitman upon stumbling into dreamland – a replica of Western Europe after World War II: RUINED and DEVASTATED!
East met West.
Each in their sinister but mesmeric lethal dance of bloodlust for the win; exchanging blows like the clashing of minute swords of grass in the wind-blown verdant green, each fully clad and gleaming with the crimson dew of covetousness – leaping for the sky, reaching and both wanting for the sun…..
After the raucous din, only one man remained standing for the accolade. It was over. Brief. Clearcut. Neat. Swift as lightning.
Thus, was punctuated Europe’s best P4P fighter in that electrocuting flash of a pugilist’s dream: entering with as bang, departing in deafening silence.
THE UNSEEN WHYs and WHEREFOREs
After the Hitman had awakened from that sweet slumber initiated by that famous left hook, he allegedly said: ‘All right Coach, let’s get on with it! Let’s go for a jog before I floor that Pacman in the ring.’ The Coach answered: ‘What jog, the game is over’! Harharhar!
The simulated conversation is reflective of the human tendency to fall into that familiar trap labeled as the abnormal loss of memory. Amnesia. Forgetfulness. Oversight of the little things that when magnified should have considerably swayed the outcome of a projected goal.
Fatally overlooked by the Hitman was the wisdom of KNOWING. “It is in the knowing that we find resilience to cope with the demands of what we seek.” To vanquish one’s adversary, the doctrine of Ninjutsu stated among others: “Know your enemy. Become his friend and the other phases of his defeat will come in handy and in succession.”
Also forgotten for scrutiny was the psyche of the Pacman.
At an early age, the Pacman learned the rudiments of boxing in his frequent brawl while peddling his Pan de Sal, Newspaper and or shoe-shinning in the streets and alleyways of GenSan. This knowledge, if only pursued, would have given a hint of deducing that the Pacman was already a STREET FIGHTER prior to his involvement in the punching scene.
And the Hitman challenged this guy to a fracas of fists inside the ring! Who can deny him the privilege? It was like dispatching the proverbial turtle into the river! So, the ember flamed. And the splinters flew thereafter.
Another yarn has it that when a reporter asked why the fight was lost so quickly, the Hitman retorted: ‘Oh, Boy, how can you ever expect to win against a dude with eight fists?’ Harharhar!
Speed. Discipline. Concentration. Wisdom. Truthfulness in war or combat. These are the attributes of a good warrior. He must know how to incite fear, hate, anger, confusion and fright into the soul of the enemy. These are aspects of one attitude: INSECURITY. Feed this to the enemy in great dozes.
Failing to do this, one cannot win. One merely survives.
No matter how much the Hitman denies it, there was fear in his eyes upon climbing the stair to the ring. That was proven later when he bulldozed his way to test the water with a dubious thrust to the Pacman’’s side. There was also fear when he succumbed to the floor the first time while the second fall contrived revenge as reflected in the shock on his face. His body language confirmed all these and was magnified on the life-sized screen.As long as there is fear, there will be defeat. This is a posture that invites revenge. And if one begins to think only of revenge, one’s body will be made weak by that obsession. One will cease to have options open until all strategy disappears, leaving only one thing: the thought of revenge.
The cause of the first knockdown, according to Doods, was reminiscent of Jeet Kune Do. Precisely right. He also chimed it was a shot from Nimo Naranai Do. Not wrong either. One or the other, they have that common mode of execution: Astounding SPEED.
Speed kills. Or maim. Hence the sealed fate of the Hitman in five minutes & fifty seconds. Whether it was JKD or NND that made it, was not the issue that hanged at bar.
It was Pacman’s fist that brought the house down along memory lane.
Dismissed, too, as irrelevant was the concentrating power of the Pacman. Unknown, perhaps, to the Hitman’s party, concentration plays an important role in any form of combat. This was one of Pacman’s aces: “To meet the enemy with the mind settled on that spot where one’s offence must constantly hammer the adversary into oblivion.”
On the contrary, the Hitman’s intentions were clearly telegraphed by his body and eye movements prompting the other party to anticipate in the form of mind-reading and intercept the blows prior to being consummated. Thus, the Jeet Kune Do slash in the first salvo.
And that was the CHIN of the matter. The LOWER JAW in another.
Alien to the Western mind is the almost fanatical preoccupation of the Pacman to indulge in moments of SILENCE in his Mass Offering a day before the fight and again kneeling in STILLNESS on his corner prior to the action. Why is this?
Kenjutsu affirms: “Combat is a very deep SILENCE attacked. Just as man can create silence, so does the human psyche: thought. Without silence, thought is impossible. Without thought, strategy cannot be formulated. Unless one actively seeks out the SILENCE in the midst of combat he cannot attain victory. He can only be there as witness to his own defeat.”
These intangibles, basically regarded as negligible, became in fact the fatalistic factors pushing the Hitman into his own pit. Were you to agree or not, that is the infallible palindromic message etched on the mirror on the wall.
BODY LANGUAGE
While the Pacman almost always wear that enigmatic grin before his fights, the body speaks a tune rather contrary whenever blows are inflicted unto him. Albeit the Pacman knowing this or not, is clearly manifested everytime he retaliates to the opponent.
The language being Latin and written as the lead of this article, it is herein translated into English meaning thus:
“No one attacks me with impunity.”
That, is the tenet of the warrior under stress. That, also is the truth of the moment. More or less.
Domineko du Surigao
May 10, 2009
1 comment:
The prudent analysis and ingenuity of this piece is worth to pore over for people who doesn't dare to win!!!
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