Of all my celebrity friends, I've gotten more questions about Tupac than anybody else. All over the world when people see me, even before the ask me about boxing, they invariably go, "What was Tupac like?"
Tupac was everything. He was fucking Huey Newton, he was Mao Zedong, he was Karl Marx, he was just everything. I can quote Marx and Hegel, but Tupac was really prolific talking revolutionary theory. When you talked to him and got to know him, he was much more of a didactic cat than a thug. He had a fascinating mind.
I have Jewish friends who might look at a Jewish guy and say;, "He's too Jewish." That's what some blacks thought about Tupac. He was that bitterness, that frustration that was in all of us and that we were all trying to hide and not let people know we possess. We want to front that we have it all together, but it's not like that. If you're black, it's constantly a struggle. I don't care how rich you are or how much power you have, they're still going to come after you. Tupac would talk about black people who were tired of being beaten down and who had nothing. Tupac put our slave heritage in our face and most black people respected his strength in doing that. He let us know why we should be angry.
Tupac was only twenty-five, but he had such determination and will. Where did he get that stuff from? Such a big heart, such a caring man, but still a warrior. He was a beautiful person and I really enjoyed the time I spent with him.
Ruth and Robin finally dragged me to see Dr. McCurtis. After about an hour of him telling me how sick I was, I started believing him. He had degrees on the wall. If I told him he was a shitty fighter, was he going to dispute me?
[Somebody] said I showed up to Robin's sitcom set in L.A. drunk, that I broke lights and cursed and hit Robin in the head with a closed fist. "He knows how to hit her without causing any real damage." Yeah, like I'm some kung fu master.
Ruth [Robin's mother] must have dragged out that old bullshit that I knew how to hit Robin without leaving marks, because there it was in the article. Yeah, I'm a sophisticated black Fu Manchu motherfucker. So me, Iron Mike Tyson, I'm supposed to know how to beat people up without leaving a mark. Yeah right, when my whole career was built on me being a bonebreaker.
In 1905, the prescient Japanese writer Nagai Kafu, pretty much nailed the ensuing 100+ years in a few lines, as follows:
Perhaps in Japan too some may be making plans for the construction of a huge monument, representing the Orient in the wake of the Russo-Japanese war. But if it is going to be carried out by the Japanese government, a government that equates artistic work with the building of roads, I must hope such a plan won't materialize. Japan's beauty is known and loved throughout the world not through the statues of Kusunoki Masashige or Saigo Takamori, not through the brick buildings in Hibiya, but through cherry blossoms scattering like clouds or geisha dancing like butterflies. So our mission as Orientals is not to be drunk with the dreamlike illusion of harmonizing East and West, as someone suggests, but to turn the whole island nation into a pleasure center of the world, with all our men devoting themselves to growing flowers and all our women becoming dancing girls.
Today we have a very typical example of what I often rant on, the weird fact that even teachers of the internal arts often don't themselves understand, or have not felt, the fact that we are dealing with actual energies in the body, currents of power that I call "non-physical". You may say WTF how can he talk about non-physical anything, when a physical body is needed to experience it? Yah that is so, a body is needed to experience these, but the training, application, and feeling of these energies are so different from regular physical motion and structure and ordinary body sensations that there may as well be a special term for it all. And the ancient Chinese masters tried to supply just that.
So the example text today is a blurb from the book of another internal teacher. This is somebody to be respected I'm sure. I have no personal beef at all and actually I'm sure this person is very correctly presenting a lot of physical movements that can be helpful and enjoyable for many. I'm just fascinated that people can do these arts for a long time and, by the evidence, still not experience the actual mission statement of the whole game. How can that be? This stuff isn't really so far out of reach. It's just that we have such a relentless, dogged, and laser-annealed naive material reductionism that we remain stuck on the physical fly paper. An interesting phenomenon.
Here, to slightly mask the origin and try to keep to my original point (though of course you readers love an apparent conflict and are hoping for blood at all times, but this is not meant as a personal attack) I have used the term "energy X" whenever this person refers to the specific type of internal energy under discussion.
In fact, you cannot perform these arts at a high level without understanding X energy. It is an X movement that adds power to these arts. X is a physical skill -- a specific way of moving the body. It is not mystical or metaphysical. The translation of the word "energy" is misunderstood. It means "method" -- a way of moving and delivering strength -- more than it means a literal energy in the body.
The Four Training Principles of Tai Chi Standing Power
The Energetic Architecture of Peng Power
7 Fundamental Zheng Manqing Standing Poses
The Subtractive-Resumptive Relaxation Protocol
The Zero Position
The Drawdown-Buildback Training Method
The Micro-Reactivation Technique
Moving On from Standing: Integrating the Fifth Training Principle
"What Will I Feel?"
This DVD teaches the Zhan Zhuang (Standing Meditation method) inherent to the Zheng Manqing style of Tai Chi, to enable ，direct perception and cultivation of PENG (掤勁, pronounced 'pung') the core Tai Chi energy. All training and concepts will be supported by citation and explanation of selected sections of the original defining 19th century Tai Chi Classics texts.
From A Historical Guide to Yokohama by Burritt Sabin:
Perry landed on the 24th to receive presents from the Shogunate. These consisted of rich brocades and silks, lacquer, porcelain cups and everyday objects neatly arranged on settees, tables, stand, and even the floor in the large reception room of the Treaty House. Prince Hayashi read aloud the list of presents, which, by double interpretation, was rendered into English. Then Perry was shown to an inner room, where he was given two sets of Japanese coins, three matchlocks, and two swords.
The commissioners, on the pretext of having another present to give Perry, led the Commodore and his suite to the beach, where hundreds of immense sacks of rice were piled. Moriyama Einosuku, noticing the Americans' surprise explained that rice was always amongst the presents bestowed by the Emperor. But these sacks or rice were more than customary gifts; they were props in a carefully arranged theatrical, whose players, men of great height and preternatural girth, in fringed loincloths emblazoned with heraldry, came lumbering down the beach. There colossi were sumo wrestlers, among the, Koyanagi, "the reputed bully of the capital " and other grapplers of reputation. Koyanagi was brought to Perry so that the Commodore might inspect his gargantuan form. Perry tried to grasp Koyanagi's brawny arm, passed a hand over his bull neck, and punched him in the paunch, thereby determining that the wrestler owed his colossal size to muscle rather than fat.
At a command the wrestlers each seized two sacks of rice, weighing about one hundred and twenty five pounds apiece, and carried them 300 feet to a place convenient for lading. One giant carried a sack by the teeth. Another performed somersaults with a sack in his arms. Two or three other tossed sacks above their heads and caught them. Adams attempted to lift a sack, but it would not budge. Before the selection of Yokohama for negotiations, a shogunal official had requested two sumo managers gather more than fifty wrestlers capable of lifting two or three 100-pound sacks of rice. Overawed by the black ships, cowed by their guns, intimidated by their strapping officers and men, the Japanese sought by a display of brute strength to turn the tables psychologically.