My primary problem is my cuts. My other primary problem is my stances. And then there’s the…
Ahem. Cuts. I have this neat little thing I do that involves a twist of the wrist. I like to call it the Chicken Dance Elmo.
This is bad for many reasons. The long term reason is that it’s weaksauce. The short-term reason is that it is painful weaksauce — my left wrist is in a world of hurt after each session.
Today, Master Frankovich gave us many observations on things we could do better. One such observation was that the cuts are not downward cuts or sideways cuts. You are cutting out. You are cutting forward. Left cut is not cutting to the right. It is cutting to the front using an arc that moves right.
This is the place where I, the deeply mystical and philosophical martial artist, will make a wise observation about how cutting forward reveals some spiritual truth.
I think it likely that a dedicated focus on cutting forward may help me correct my weaksauce chicken dance technique. This week, I shall double down on the cuts.
And also, it is nice to have something to aim at. The Sword Gimp has decided that come hell or high water, he shall become a Master and is harnessing his mythic stamina, drawn through the blood of Blackbeard, his forebear. The Sword God, whilst quite devoted to Haidong, has an avowed interest in learning to manipulate anything with a blade. And the whole of the nerd posse, save myself, comes from years of training in other martial arts styles.
I will never be so badass as they. But I have something they don’t. I don’t come pre-loaded. Haidong isn’t one of my styles… Haidong is my style.
If I play my cards right — which mostly means training my magnificently malevolent mule off — I may one day be the purest expression of the soul of Haidong, of the speed and the fluidity, in our little group. Who knows? If I try and fail, I will still surely be much more awesome as a result.
Tomorrow: All of my cutting drills, in slow, oozing motion. First I will flow like oil in vernal Minnesota. Then I will flow like a swan on crack. All the while I will keep my wrist straight, my lines clean, and my elbows down and pinkies up.
~ Logic Monkey