I am a boxer and a writer, I don’t know which one goes first. Depends who’s asking. If it’s a guy, I’ll say I’m a boxer first to put my wall up and let him know that I can become a savage before telling him my other passion.
In the same way a man is put in a certain light, good or bad, because he cooks, it becomes more extreme when he reads and writes poetry and short stories. I get reactions from a guy laughing to a girl asking “No, really, what did you do last night?”
People don’t see that my writings are the punches I couldn’t release in the ring, the ones with appreciation, with passion and anger. I can’t show emotions while boxing. When I do, I’m slow and heavy. Being in the ring requires you to be light and succinct.
Poetry and boxing
It is an out-of-body experience, where one reacts off of instinct and not thoughts. If I don’t put my emotions somewhere whether it’s on paper, meditation or other outlets that don’t associate with being “macho,” I will flop in the ring. It is safe to say that boxing prompts my explosive poetry and poetry helps my boxing.
The parallel between punches and words is absurd. The better my opponent is, the more energy it takes out of me to hit him.
The more adoration I have for someone, the harder it is to find words to show how the person is. Love or hate, punch or print, the process leaves me lying down on the floor asking what just happened.
Besides Ernest Hemingway’s passion and intensity towards writing, he was a man of grit. His being a pugilist, fisherman and heavy drinker made him who he was, a man of all extremes. His description of writing couldn’t have been more animus, yet passionate, by describing it as sitting down and bleeding.
Hemingway was in love with blood on his knuckles. At a fishing tournament in Cuba he caught the biggest fish and a local accused him of cheating. The writer agreed to have a bare knuckle fist fight for tee fish. Hemingway ended up with the prize.
Brawler passion is the way of the man. Macho isn’t a man who talks about his one-night stands at a bar with his old friends, macho is to face someone and show them your appreciation for them.
All of this might come off as a bit emasculated… Did I tell you I’m a boxer?