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Prize fighting is a metaphor for life. At least it’s one of
the metaphors and it’s probably the metaphoric quality that accounts for its
popularity. The same can be said about mixed martial arts, a sport which takes
place in cages (the Ultimate Fighting Championship is significantly the name of the company that promotes many of these events) and jiu jitsu. Of course
other sports like football offer the same possibility for
enticement through their potential to create empathy. How may times have you
heard someone who is going to undertake a challenge refer to “carrying the
ball?” But fighting requires an especially high level of preparedness and the
combat is the most individual (outside tennis or mountain climbing) and brutal. You fight to the
finish with a win sometimes rendering the opponent senseless. A prize
fight is not like a cockfight since it’s ultimate goal is not the death of the
loser, but annihilation is certainly on the table. The victory exhausts the defeated party and breaks his or her will. But if there is an animal quality to fighting
it also exhibits some of highest elements of the human spirit to the extent
that it represents an aspiration of the consciousness to overcome bodily
limitations. It’s no accident that writers like Hemingway, A. J. Liebling,
Mailer and most recently Joyce Carol Oates have all exhibited a fascination
with boxing since those who are prone to articulate the lot of the
creative artist frequently equate it with over the top challenges, which sometimes involve the sacrifice of life. Whether it’s the marlin in The Old Man and the Sea or the great white whale in Moby Dick, the person
who attempts to emblazon his inner life on reality faces a Herculean and sometimes
Sisyphean task. The only difference between the fighter and the artist is that
the battle the artist is waging is more solitary. His or her opponent is the
self. But the whole fascination with fighting as a metaphor poses still other questions. Is all of life a battle? Should people fight for the things they want the way some patients fight against cancer. And is full-fledged combat the best way to fight cancer--or depression for that matter? Leni Riefenstahl’s film was Triumph of the Will and it was a consummate piece of Nazi propaganda.
I think this is your best blog yet, and that's saying a lot. Metaphors are fine, but they can be used to create a false dichotomy of choices. Finding our way through life is more a question of balance, rather like walking across a slippery log, something which practicing tai chi has enabled me to do...
ReplyDeleteInterestingly, my observations agree with your comments on violent sports; my most peace-loving women friends harbor a (shamefaced) love of brutal sports like football, hockey or boxing. I do, myself. I claim that it is the choreography of football that I enjoy, but the crunching of bones and the exhilaration of watching a team refuse to give up, dig deep and achieve victory is also intensely cathartic. I don't know why.
What I’m taking from what you’re saying is that you get off on the metaphoric aspects of challenging sports but de facto that kind of poetry does’t always translate as the best path to take existentially. Do I have this right?
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