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Obsession
By: Bob
DiGiambattista What is Obsession? Obsession is Captain Ahab and Moby Dick. Was Ahab really crazy or was he the only man for the job? Was this a clash of two titans, a dance of gladiators? An obsessed man hunting an obsessed whale hunting an obsessed man? Was Moby Dick as crazy as Ahab? If Moby Dick had arms would they have dueled with swords instead of harpoon and wave? And what of the hapless whaling crew... were they the round of pool play or the direct eliminations? If the “Theory of Relativity” holds true neither were crazy. I am not referring to Einstein’s theory. I am referring to a different Theory of Relativity. If one understands the Theory it is easy to understand obsession. THEORY OF RELATIVITY When you are wet and cold and tired, remember - so is your opponent. That is the time to reach inside, find the switch and turn up the heat. For when it is said and done, you will be standing next to the devil a winner, or go down in a blaze of glory, either way it will be hot and hell to pay. Pain is relative to the risks and rewards. Winning and losing can be trivial things, but giving up is failure. I will never give up. I will die first, then I can give up, if I choose. I am here to learn the answers, to see the truth in the mirror of my soul, for I have stood in the Valley of Death. I have heard the footsteps and have survived. I am here because I have an obligation, to myself, to maintain my self-respect. I am here for gold and glory. We all have a date with Lady Death; and when all else fails and the only thing left between you and the long sleep is pigheaded orneriness; remember why you are here and maintain your self respect. As for pain, well... Pain is relative. The Theory of Relativity is the unspoken feelings of all true competitors. Obsession is the impetus behind the truly driven. Artists, musicians, athletes, madmen are familiar with its mystical power. Obsession separates the soldiers from the warriors, the fools from the daring, and the insightful from the visionaries. Obsession is The World Series and the Super bowl. It is world champions and serial killers. It is the difference between winning and losing. It is the difference between living and dying. It is the quest for the holy grail and the finding of Pompeii. Obsession is a mother taking care of children for twenty years. Obsession is a father walking, in a snow storm, to get milk for his kids. Obsession is working a hundred feet in the air for ten bucks an hour. Obsession is surviving a plane crash and dragging yourself out of the jungle. Obsession is climbing Mt. Everest. Obsession is going to the Moon to see if it can be done. It is Orville and Wilbur Wright learning to fly. It is an overpowering sense that I will not be denied. It is that fear in the back of your brain that refuses to let you die until you are finished. It is working through frustration and pain no matter the cost. It is the feeling you would rather die than give up. It is the courage to try new things. It is the courage to refuse old habits. It is the surge of adrenalin, in a bid, for a trophy worth peanuts. It is the disgust you feel for a quitter. It is adventure. It is pain. It is the variety of insanity that surrounds us. Obsession is the fork in the trail of life. Obsession is the path chosen and the journey begun. It is the strip of gym floor that must be walked. The itch of desire that must be scratched. It is the appointment with destiny that must be kept. As one stands on the brink of tomorrow, staring at the edge of forever, obsession blinds the mind’s eye to everything save the glint of steel and the shine of gold. The target area blazes with an eerie white light the cracks in an opponents defense, blue diamonds to be plucked from a sparkling stream. Some are oblivious to the magic of obsession, others strive for it unfulfilled, yet others embrace its sorcery and bathe in its glory. The fires of obsession must be fed with moments of victory and the wood of broken dreams. Vince Lombardi, the coach of the Green Bay Packers, once said “Winning isn’t everything... it’s the only thing”. Was he insane? perhaps. Obsessed? most definitely. Vince Lombardi was probably a fencer at heart. What was the original
question? “Is fencing an obsession”? Most
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What
is Fencing? Part 1
By: Jessica Pratt
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What
is Fencing? Part 2
By: Jessica Pratt Of what I have read, the dueling that would later develop into modern fencing originated in Germany. The first attempts to establish a single, organized approach to fencing was generated in this country during the 14th century, with the founding of the Fraternity of St. Mark, commonly known as the Marxbruder in Frankfurt, Germany. It was used to teach students skills for use in war and in duels of honor. They were a very powerful group who jealously guarded their techniques, which later became orthodox fencing movements that survived into modern times, though, the early methods were somewhat rough-and-ready, in that, wrestling tricks were allowed. The first book of fencing, Treaties on Arms, marked the birth of fencing as a scientific art. It was written by Diego de Valera, who wrote it sometime between 1458 and 1471. As time went on, all across Europe, dueling became more and more a part of everyday life. Swordsmen, influenced by the scholarly bent of the Renaissance, began studying and analyzing swordplay with hopes of finding and isolating scientific principles based on human responses that could be counted on to work time and again. In other words, creating moves that could block the opponents moves and moves that could get through their defense for the touch. At this time, more schools of fencing began to appear. They expressed new styles and techniques that challenged the old rough-and-ready schools like the Marxbruder. Great fencing masters began to emerge like Achille Marozzo, considered the greatest teacher of his time, who’s techniques, though primitive by today’s standards, were far advanced beyond any other fighting systems of the period. Others included Camillo Agrippa who simplified fencing technique and emphasized logic rather than romantic fancy, Ridolfo Capo Ferro who encouraged the approach of fencing along a strait line rather than circling the opponent, and Salvato Fabris who brought together the best ideas of many fencing masters to create one well-defined style. The greatest change in fencing in the 1500’s, and probably greatest transformation in fencing technique, came with the development of the rapier. Unlike the older edged weapons, the rapier was long bladed and designed exclusively for thrusting and poking. This poking sword was beautifully balanced, excellent in attack, and good for keeping at a distance. The sword was developed in Italy and helped further the idea of fencing being an exercise of speed and skill rather than brute force. Because of its heavy weight, it was hard to defend with, so the free hand, protected by a gauntlet or dagger, was used to deflect the opponent’s sword. Rapier fencing was thus a two-handed contest between two swordsmen. This new form of fighting stirred up some controversy. For centuries, swords had been designed for cutting important parts off of one’s body. Suddenly, men were poking neat, lethal holes in one another. The old schools looked on rapier play with contempt. Their attitude was best summed up in the writings of fencing master George Silver. In his work Paradoxes of Defense (1599) he heaped much jest on the rapier and its practitioners and dismissed rapier play as “school-tricks and juggling gambalds.” Despite all this, by the end of the first quarter of the 17th century, the point weapon was supreme. And the reason was simple: guided by an economic motion, the possession of a needle sharp point likely to kill an enemy in one hit quickly got the job done. During the 16th and 17th centuries, dueling experienced a universal growth. Along the way, two distinct approaches to fencing became dominant in the European Community, the French school and the Italian school. The French method was one of academic thought that depended heavily on strategy. The Italian style favored a strong physical game. As time went on, the two developed a rivalry that continues to this day. In the later half of the 17th century, the sword and swords-manship changed dramatically with the change in gentlemen’s dress. In France the court of Louis XIV set the fashion of silk stockings, breeches, and brocaded coats into style, replacing that of the doublet and hose, top boots, and cloaks. The long rapier did not go well with this new look, so French courtiers began wearing a shorter sword, appropriately later named the small sword. The court sword, as it was known then, turned out to be an excellent weapon for fencing because it was both lighter and stronger than the rapier, so it could be used for defense as well as offense. As a result, the modern one-handed fencing technique developed. The Beginnings of a Sport A special blunt tipped and highly bendable version of the court sword was developed for practice. It was called the foil. With this new invention, something very important took place in the fencing world: fencing gained respectability. With this sword, the mechanics of swordplay could be explored and practiced to a much greater degree without severely hurting someone. The fencing master became a learned man of breeding, a combination teacher, historian, artist, scientist, and philosopher, and the fencing school became a place where noble families sent their sons to gain refinement. Beforehand it was just a way of settling disputes. Now, it was becoming a respectable sport. The more academic and sports-like fencing became the more guns were being used in personal combat. This brought an end to the carrying of swords and, by the end of the 18th century; the age of the sword as queen of weapons had ended. Once fencing as a means of combat was over, the sport was able to take shape. In the 1800’s the sabre and the epee were introduced into fencing. The sabre, originally curved, reintroduced slicing into fencing. It is the only sword that still allows a cutting motion. The epee is what is left of a triangular bladed sword known as the colichemarde. It is the weapon most closely resembling the old-style dueling sword. In 1896 fencing truly took its place as a sport when it was included in the very first of the modern Olympic Games. It was one of only four sports to have been included in every Game. At first, only men’s foil (gold won by Gravalotte of France) and sabre (won by Georgeades of Greece) events are held. Then, in 1900, epee (won by Fonst of Cuba) took its place in the Games. In 1904, the first (and so far only) American fencer won the gold metal, Albertson Van Zo Post, who, incidentally, was on loan to Cuba for the Games. But, during the Olympic events, people began to notice a problem with the sport: no two countries had the exact same rules. So, in 1913, the Federation Interationale d’Escrime (a.k.a. the FIE) was founded in Paris for the purpose of unifying the sport’s rules. Last in Olympic news, to show that everyone is created equal, women’s foil was added to the events in 1924, epee in 1996, and sabre, well, hopefully some time soon. Thanks to things like the Olympic Games, the 20th century has been dubbed, by some, the Age of Competition. But it was also noted for other things, like bringing electricity to the sport. Electric fencing was first hooked into the epee in the 1930’s. Then it charged the foil in the 1950’s. The sabre was the last, finally plugging into technology in the 1980’s. So, despite the fact that fencing is centuries old, it is a constantly changing sport, that is still popular today. Starting from drawings on walls, to a medieval form of warfare, to a way of settling disputes, to an art, and now to a sport, truly the history of fencing is the history of mankind.
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Sparring
By: John Proctor Lessons teach correct form and work on the theory of how the technique is going to be used. It is important to train perfectly and to build good habits from the start. But the lesson is not the end all to learning. Once a fencer has gained a decent amount of control over their movements it becomes crucial to actually fence. An intelligent teacher will match up good sparring partners. Partners should be aware of what the other is trying to do, yet still be able to work on their own skills. Sometimes two people mesh and produce beautiful movements, at other times different styles clash and give the opportunity to work out quirks. A compassionate and experienced fencer can recognize different ability levels and work in mutually beneficial ways. Sparring is an art and it takes experience to know what the other person is willing to tolerate, when to slow things down and when to push the difficulty level. The work is fun and healthy, often creative and spontaneous. It teaches the patron how to pace him self, since sessions can last much longer than a fencing bout. It also burns a lot of calories and conditions the body. It is interesting to see how few movements are forced between experienced swordsman during sparring. This is because there is plenty of time and nobody is fighting for points with a time limit. If a risky move is fumbled there is time to try it again and again and again. Attention may be given to aggression, traps, defense, psychology, timing, technique, rhythm, courage, anything. Some moments are simply spent getting revved up and enjoying the moment. Or relaxing. It is a moment of play, when the swords are engaged. Sparring teaches cooperation. It takes talent and puts it to work. Everyone usually excels at some skill and both parties can capitalize on the other. This is a great way to say, “how do you do,” without actually saying anything. If you are ever working out and become frustrated or ashamed of your performance the best thing to do is go another five thousand touches. Time will become meaningless and whatever strands of concentration are lost will be regained as focus eventually settles on the work. Sparring is one tool every fencer should use. No, it is not as intense as competing, dueling, putting on a demonstration, or standing up on stage, but it is the life and blood of fencing.
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Observation
and Adaptation
By: John Proctor
Of particular importance is recognizing the characteristics of how
another fencer moves and thinks. Being
able to quickly assess what the adversary does well and what is junk is
important. No two fencers move or think exactly alike so this can be
difficult. Since there is no way to scientifically quantify how to observe
and adapt to different adversaries it is best to sift through a few
things. When you walk into a
room full of swordsmen try to get a feel for the atmosphere.
How they move, talk, and scrimmage.
What are they saying to each other?
Is anyone behaving in a certain way or saying anything significant
and if so, what kind of details are they showing with their actions?
Some fencers look dopey and don’t say much and are as deadly as
poison, others act like clowns or might appear particularly nasty, and are
as lethal as cyanide. Some people have the air of being awesome but are not
particularly a problem. Short,
fat, tall, skinny, weak, strong, you just cannot tell unless you look at
the details, relate what you know to other experiences, and look some
more.
Once a bout is underway there is less time to make observations and
prepare for what might be. Events
speed up at this point and it is up to your point of view to put them into
perspective. Not easy. The
pinnacle achievement is when you are able to work under maximum stress
with control and thrive on the moment.
If a barbaric fencer swings wildly with a stiff hand that sends a
shock up your arm and he attacks without let up, it is best to counter
attack. Remember, the key
word is wild and without control. There
may not be anything significant to defend against and the point of his
sword may not touch your target. Keep
good distance and run him around as much as possible, see if it is
possible to tire him out. When
the time feels right attack into his aggressive motion, don’t focus on
anything else except touching him decisively.
You might get beat around a bit but the object is to touch the
target with the tip of the sword.
If a barbaric fencer swings wildly with a stiff hand that sends a
shock up your arm and he attacks without let up… but his attacks fall a
little short and run out of steam just before coming too near, parry and
riposte. Keep good distance
and run him around as much as possible.
Encourage the bull to attack and get as near as you can without
being touched, then decisively parry and riposte.
Since he falls short, or you are able to keep good distance,
whichever the case may be, tire him out even more by your defense and
choose when to riposte. As
an alternative choice you might counter attack but be careful, if your
opponent doesn’t have a great drive with his attack, even if he is a
little wild, he might be ready to parry and riposte himself.
Note: The above two paragraphs illustrate what appears to present a
similar opponent at first glance but one small, yet noteworthy detail
changes how he is to be reckoned with.
So it is with every person. What
is odd is two completely different adversaries might be defended against
by the exact same move yet another pair who are almost alike in every way
need a completely different approach.
If a fencer seems to be very relaxed and moves with you cordially
as if they were encouraging your own talented motions watch out.
Approach them very cautiously and try to discover what they are
about. They might be very
good with traps, meaning they are skilled with sneaking up and attacking
at the worst possible time. If
they seem almost too easy to touch be doubly aware, they might have an
astounding parry and riposte. Stay
away from them until you can learn how to disturb their movements from a
safe distance.
The worst fencers are the ones who are skilled with strategy,
technique, and can build upon one tactical sequence after another.
This means they have answers to answers in never ending succession.
They have probably already observed which defensive and offensive
areas you favor. (But don’t
count on it, give them a full dose of opportunity to be sloppy.) They have chosen a plan right down to the last line and
detail. They are acutely
aware of your behavior and could probably tell you better than a highly
paid psychiatrist what all your childhood phobias were, except they are
only interested in drilling you full of holes.
Well, do not be overwhelmed by any of this.
Sometimes these fencers miss the obvious and get caught up in their
own carefully laid plans. Go
blank, relax, and play the game as best you can.
Be very neutral and peripheral with any conscious thoughts.
Be highly sensitive to stimuli and ready to pivot on a dime.
If anything you try is successful then capitalize on this to the
very last touch. Do not get
involved in a chess game with these villains.
But there are exceptions to every rule.
The point is to observe what is significant as soon as possible. Do
not give up but be realistic to what can be accomplished with your
particular amount of experience. Learn
exactly where your adversary’s moves or thoughts are significant and
where he places his actions. Everything
should boil down to one approach, one line of defense. Learning to observe
and adapt takes a long time and is best done under adverse situations with
many people.
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What
is an Elephant
By: Valerie Pratt
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The
Lunge
By: John Proctor
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Intent
By: John Proctor
Fencing as sport can be the most confusing of all.
On one hand any rules can be made up and they don’t matter much
as long as they are enforced correctly.
They might be designed to actually help a duelist who was obligated
to fight at dawn. Rules could
cause the fencers to look like a pair of beautiful, artistic dancers.
They might be made for fun and as healthy exercise.
Rules can put competition into perspective.
The rules could even be used to draw a crowd in the effort to make
money.
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The
Dark Side of Fencing
By: Valerie Pratt We
all remember the scene near the end of “Return of the Jedi” where
Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker are fighting with lightsabers. Luke is
beaten and Vader is through with him. And then Vader reads Luke’s mind
and discovers he has a sister who might be turned to the dark side. Well,
that’s all the incentive Luke needs.
He gets angry and starts yelling and going ballistic and starts
beating Vader.
Well folks, that’s Hollywood.
In real life, it doesn’t work that way.
Getting angry during a fencing bout doesn’t guarantee victory
instead it usually assures defeat.
My opponent scored the first 2 points rather easily.
I did get the next point, but after that, the first period was
fenced very cautiously and ended with a score of 3-2 in his favor.
During the second period, my adversary was getting impatient with
the slow pace and became a little more aggressive.
His eagerness allowed me to take the lead 7-5. During the third and final period, my opponent was very
unhappy and became quite aggressive.
Each time he attacked and I scored he became more angry over the
situation. The angrier he became, the worse he fenced, and the worse he
fenced, the angrier he became. It
got to the point that when the director would say “fence”, he would
charge at me without even having his epee pointed on me.
All I had to do was extend my arm and he would run onto my point.
I ended up winning 15-8. When it was over, he was so furious he
threw his mask down. He shook my hand, but it was grudgingly.
He went away from that competition without realizing what I and the
people watching could tell, he was his own worst enemy.
His anger unbalanced him and stole any control he might have had.
We once had a very good fencer who was an extremely calm person.
Nothing seemed to jar him. He
was able to execute fencing moves beautifully and with deadly results.
He attacked with precision. If
his blade was attacked he could derobe without effort and counter-attack.
If he was attacked, his parry-riposte was phenomenal. He managed
these feats because his calm personality gave him remarkable control. Then one night he came in and was sparring with people, but
if he missed a touch or failed to pick up a parry, he got angry with
himself. And, as with my
young opponent, the angrier he got, the more mistakes he made.
Everyone else was doing pretty well against him that night.
No big deal, everybody has a bad day.
However, it was a night that would repeat itself over and over
again. It started slow, but
as time progressed it would happen more frequently.
We all tried to tell our friend what was happening.
We told him when he started to get angry he had to stop, take a few
breaths, count to 10. He
had to do whatever it took to calm down, because when he let his anger get
the better of him, he was a lousy fencer.
It had gotten so bad that once, when I was getting coaching lessons
for an upcoming competition, I was told to try different things to make
him angry, and therefore easier to defeat.
(Whether this is ethical or not is a different discussion, the
point is that it was that obvious what his weak spot was.)
It wasn’t that he ignored our advice; he just couldn’t control
what was happening.
I have seen anger negatively affect many fencers.
Although I see it mostly with the younger less experienced fencers,
I have seen it with 20+ year veterans as well.
Age or experience is not always the determining factor.
I have also had the chance to see fencers who were very angry about
something, (their opponent, bad decisions, sometimes things unrelated)
fence their bouts so beautifully that others would have no idea of the
inner turmoil they were feeling.
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Fun
with Fencing
By: Valerie Pratt On the night of
May 2nd, 2002, something magical happened at The Fencing
Exchange. There were no classes, sparring was set aside, competitions were
left for another time. Instead
the fencers were given a chance to play!
Chris Beaudoin, Toni Kazmeirczchak, Steph Johnson, Carlo Savo, Val
Pratt, Carol Gargon, and yes, even John Proctor got to enjoy a night of
fun and games.
The night started with a round-robin pool of dueling.
Historically, duels were usually fought until either first blood,
till someone was unable to continue, or to the death.
Our dueling was “until someone was unable to continue”.
Before the fighting began, John gave a quick anatomy lesson which
included the amount of damage hits to certain parts of the body would
cause.
The rules were simple. Fencing
would be done “in the round” (fencers would not be restricted to
staying on a strip.) There
were 4 judges with equal power. If it was determined that one person was
“unable to continue,” the victor would receive 2 points, and the loser
would get 0 points. However, if it were decided that both fencers were “unable
to continue,” both would receive 1 point.
There was no time limit.
With the rules established, we were ready to begin.
The group was well varied. Some
were experienced duelists, some had dueled once or twice, and some, well,
when handed the epee, looked at it as though it could possibly be
something from Star Wars for all they knew.
Regardless of the experience each person had, when the command to
duel was given, everyone showed equal enthusiasm for the task at hand.
Once the fighting began, no one could say any of the bouts were
dull or predictable. Sometimes
the opponents would stalk and study each other like two cats just waiting
for the right moment to pounce. Other
bouts looked more like a barroom brawl. (Body contact is allowed in dueling.) Occasionally a bout would have to be halted because one of
the judges would get trapped against the wall and were in danger of
becoming the one “unable to continue” instead of the duelists. Everyone’s survival instincts were in high gear.
When it was all over nobody walked away undefeated.
John almost achieved that honor, but in his last bout, Steph was
determined not to let that happen, she hit him with a clean shot, earning
the 2 points. Toni earned the title of most interesting score for the
night. Every one of her bouts
ended in a double touch. If Toni was defeated, she was determined she
wasn’t going down alone.
At this time, Carlo had to leave, which was sad but fortunate,
because our next game involved teams.
So with Carlo gone, we had 2 teams of 3 people each.
Chris and John were chosen to be the team leaders.
(They were not chosen for their fencing prowess or their male
superiority, simply, there were 4 women and 2 men, it was the easiest,
most logical way to choose 2 leaders.)
Carol and Toni made up the rest of Chris’ team called “The
Chipmunks.” Val and Steph
finished John’s team, “The Chameleons.”
Each fencer was given a balloon to put on their chest and a sabre
with a pin attached to the tip. Each
team also had one balloon in its “end zone.”
The object was to either pop all the balloons on the fencers of a
team, or to pop the balloon in their end zone.
In the first round, John sent Val and Steph after the Chipmunks end
zone balloon while he guarded their own.
Chris had his team move forward altogether.
With 3 against 2, Val was taken out early and Steph soon followed.
John was left alone. Although
he fought valiantly, he was easily defeated.
In the second round, although John tried giving his team commands
to advance or retreat, the result was similar.
The big difference was that Steph was the first to pop, with Val
going soon behind her. Again
John was alone and was soon defeated.
For the third and final round, the Chameleons changed strategy.
When the command was given, all 3 advanced toward the enemy. Steph
and Val faced off against Chris and Toni, while John met Carol. Fortune
smiled upon the Chameleons, Toni was taken out early, leaving Steph and
Val against Chris, while John still battled Carol.
John yelled to his teammates to hold off Chris while he took care
of Carol, they were not to do anything brave and stupid, but wait for him.
Five minutes later, John was still commanding his team to hold off
Chris while he took care of Carol (OoooKay John, how much longer is it
going to take you to finish Carol?) Finally
a balloon popped. Luckily for
the Chameleons, it was Carol’s.
With Carol out of the way, Chris was easily disposed of.
The Chameleons finally got a victory.
Alas, like the Cinderella story, the clock struck 10:00 and the
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