My Katana broke today. Well, maybe not broke persay, but let's just say it will never draw the same again.
This is what I get for fooling myself, for a sliver of a moment, that a sword replica could do anything remotely like its replicant. For that split-second when common sense goes out the window to be replaced by a meaner, leaner, impavidly unsensical sense that dictates my killing blow to a piece of rotting wood, I had decieved myself. Actually, it was a guitar frame.
Strange how a music major would give in to lancinating a musical instrument. However, this guitar was moribund. Or rather, it was already dead. With two strings left, the frame and spine separating from its joints; one could say I was putting it out of its misery...at the expense of my own enjoyment.
Dad told me to "let out my aggression" on the poor thing, then dump it in a pile and we'd put it in the garbage. So with Naginata and Katana in hand, I set to work both honing my weapon skills and completing a meager chore at the same time. And not to say I didn't have fun. The Naginata, it too being a replica, did its job well. It is basically a short sword on the end of a stick (the blade is much longer than a spear's), and my version disconnects in the middle to work as a club and a Wakisashi sword. This feature proved quite effective in destroying the innards of the frame.
Not to say the Katana didn't do well. Save for the finishing move, I was impressed with the performance of the unfolded stainless steel blade. I cut the back frame clean in too! At least my sword arm is getting better. But it was that final cut; that as I swung, all doubt, all restraint, and all fear...fled from my muscles, that it was too much for the sword. And as the front of the frame - spine, strings, frets and all - were severed from each other, the blade continued through, and I was left with pause.
A stream of air exited my nose and my relaxed muscles returned to their tension as a horrid thought breezed through my mind. I checked my blade...
It is now crooked. Looking at it, I realize it was never perfect, but now anyone can see my bent blade with utter ease. That irks me. That irks me a lot.
I am certain the thing can be repaired, but finding a Bladesmith in Northern Massachusetts might be a bit of a chore.
But it will never Draw the same again. This I am certain of, so I will savor and store the memory of its first Draw, fresh from its saya, and how something had coarsed through my veins, my muscles, my bones, my spirit, and for a moment the Tug said: "You can do anything."
That feeling, that something - it's gotta' be better than sex. ;)
Over and Out,
Adam
PS: Due to the state of my Finishing Move, I now, that I think about it, have no doubt that if that sword were not a 30 dollar replica, I could have easily and deftly cut through the tree behind the frame as well. :)
10 comments:
Dude, you're such a dork.
Hahaha, that clearly sucks.If it's a 30 dollar replica try stomping it back into place, hahaha.
...I did.
Hey Adam, sorry about the sword. It is funny to read you write "big words" and then spell others wrong. hahaha, you need an editor or spellcheck or something. i know I am horrible person. sorry again.
Actually, sir, I make sure to personally check everything I write before posting. And if you care to critique my spelling, perhaps you should critique your own lack of capitalized words at the beginning of sentences. Reading over this entry, I find NOTHING mispelled, so please inform me of whatever it is you think is spelled wrong and I will thank you. If not, you can kiss my ass.
And I am sick of those that would comment on my "big words." This is how I talk now, deal with it. (That's it, time for another rant)
Oh, and about spell checker, I write all of these in Word first.
Dude. Chill. You're all grumpy and stuff.
Oh wait, I should use a big word. You're all legubrious or something.
:P
Hey you do need to chill. If you are so offended by a person's comment, then why do you read them or bother responding to them? It is an open forum I thought.
In response to your previous claim, the two mistakes are "clean in too" should be "clean in two" and "coarsed" should be "coursed". coarse is a texture. like bark. As to kissing your ass, I'd really rather not, as it were...
Have a good day!
I cannot express how strange it feels to read my posts now - not that this offers anything at this point - but you are definitely correct. This would be a time that something came back out of me that I had suppressed for many years, and you are correct to comment this way. My eyes had missed those mistakes, and I should not have replied with so much uncontrolled ire. I vociferously apologize.
Back again, apology accepted. It is humble of you to acknowledge that weakness. That is the thing about the internet, there is always some log of previous activity that in retrospect, we look back upon with embarrassment, especially for online bloggers such as yourself, whose purpose it is to record mental meanderings.
Until later!
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