
I like to read, I like to exercise, I love to have beautiful things around me. Now and then I tend to take on a book about beauty, and more often than not it is also related to pictorial art. That bothers me a bit on the point that I sense people being able to “produce” beauty just by being around comfortably on their own*. Moving or staying still, just doing whatever it is they do. One of the few passages I remember on it is, again, Serre’s – when he speaks of the beauty of a football team working together, sensing each other. The other is Lacan’s, where he puts everyone in the spot as a potential dancer. Great music, painting and football critics are not always great musicians, painters or players. But I find it difficult to jump on someone talking about the beauty of a well given iriminage or a well delivered mawashi-geri. The first is an aikido entrance towards the opponent, that, at the moment of touch (not impact) gives way and changes direction, so the attacker can still use his force, but it is redirected to a place where he loses balance (as one sensei describes it, “please, fall”); the next is a karate circular kick that, as everything else, works as a rubber band released from the hips, loose at the begining but firm and connected to the ground when it hits. Both stunningly beautiful, gentle and precise; but unsung. Is it because they adress to a conflict between two or more individuals who may hurt (or kill) each other, rather than a colourful depiction of the stars at night? It should make it even more beautiful, as they choose, at the very end, not to do the damage they could so easily inflict. Shouldn’t it?

iriminage

mawashi geri
I like to imagine what people who are good martial artists can do. Not breaking boards or bones or dealing with five attackers at a time, but keeping up to an agressive environment, adapting and molding to another person and solving it beautifully. A clean cut, a precise step, a light stance. All done without a grunt, without error, without struggle – total control of body and intention, no tensing up, no wrinkled eyebrows.
As people go about brush strokes, I could go about a step forward on one opponent’s way. But better writers are already doing this on their blogs (here, here and here), for free. The point of this post – what interests me so that I wanted Kino to have – is this feeling of bodily awareness and freedom that I find within the martial arts, together with the way someone achieves it – raw practice, study, zen-like state, fidelity and sincerity, etc. It is serious stuff, still there are countless masters who are as funny as they are rigorous, treating their students like dogs and sons alike. I hope I can get it to someone, someday.
*It is clear that this zone of comfort takes a lot to reach. When we see a ballet dancer smiling at the audience while having her back twisted and legs stretched so far it looks like it’s going to break, she’ll tell you that is 100%, but it isn’t all. 130% is what happens on closed doors in front of the mirror, where she isn’t smiling because it is not comfortable.