Thread: A poem I would like to share

How do you find time to make 500 cuts and write a poem in 1 day?

An interesting mix of Haiku like images and raw emotion.
Lots of mixed philosophies as well.
Well done grasshopper.
Just fix the one spelling mistake in tenth last line .
It should say
"as nothing more than dust.
"then" is to do with time.

Originally Posted by Caliban

An interesting mix of Haiku like images and raw emotion.
Lots of mixed philosophies as well.
Well done grasshopper.
Just fix the one spelling mistake in tenth last line .
It should say
"as nothing more than dust.
"then" is to do with time.

Spelling mistake fixed me and my bad english hehehe
but thank you for pointing that out.

Alistair

First we had to put up with bad jokes and now poetry. What’s next??

[sigh]

Wongo (who only speaks ingish and binary )

is a handwritten poem a handtool?
Scott you peasant get back to work, no culture.

Originally Posted by Wongo

How do you find time to make 500 cuts and write a poem in 1 day?

500 cut’s HA! That’s just a warm up 10,000 cuts is for dinner. An army of ninja's are my scribes kung-fu monks make my tea this way I have time to train my self in these arts e.g. stopping a bullet with a single finger, killing a man by looking at him and 1,000 monkey punches in 1 min that kind of thing.

All jokes aside the 500 cuts test is important. A wooden sword might feel good when you pick it up
But the true test is using it till you feel tired. The 500 cuts is a simple cut called Shomen Uchi (cutting down from the head to about the hips) then after those 500 cuts are done. You then perform 5 other forms of cutting done 20 times each this way I have found I get the true feeling of the sword. Same goes for a real sword 2 cuts on bamboo it might cut nice and clean that tells us it’s sharp but how would it go after cutting bamboo 500 times.

Thanks
Alistair

But if you measure twice everytime then you will only need to make 250 cuts.

Originally Posted by Caliban

is a handwritten poem a handtool?
Scott you peasant get back to work, no culture.

Hmmm it could be a tool but i think to pen would be the handtool.

Alistair

Originally Posted by Wongo

But if you measure twice everytime then you will only need to make 250 cuts.

Bha!!! you are skilled.

*goes back to sawing timber in half with his bare hands*

Alistair

Originally Posted by Wongo

First we had to put up with bad jokes and now poetry. What’s next??

So are you counting these 500 cuts? I mean, would it be a matter of life or death if you stopped at, say, 457? Or what if you accidentally went to 507? Would that be a problem for you? I only ask because it must get very boring.

Best not talking about punching monkeys around here, Zed might get excited.

Originally Posted by silentC

So are you counting these 500 cuts? I mean, would it be a matter of life or death if you stopped at, say, 457? Or what if you accidentally went to 507? Would that be a problem for you? I only ask because it must get very boring.

Best not talking about punching monkeys around here, Zed might get excited.

silentC,
My mind is always on my breathing this is how I count no it's not a matter of life or death but this is a point where my arms really start to feel the stress of the cutting form so I set the mark at 500. The way I count breathing in I raise the wooden sword above my head performing the cut I breathe out that’s one cut. I don't lose count because I spent time get myself into the right state of mind. It might sound funny but my mind is always on the weapon I spend time clearing my mind from everything but what I’m doing.

Alistair

Originally Posted by silentC

So are you counting these 500 cuts? I mean, would it be a matter of life or death if you stopped at, say, 457? Or what if you accidentally went to 507? Would that be a problem for you? I only ask because it must get very boring......

You count Redheads don't you.
You are THE reason that Bryant & May changed the quantity printed on the box aren't you.

I wrote a, arrhum, poem some time ago, if I post it I will have to bannish myself to the naught room.

Al