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Miyamoto Musashi Versus Cameron Quinn: A Book of Five Rings

Posted in kyokushin karate, Martial Arts, Real Men with tags , , , , , , on April 21, 2022 by Jarrod Boyle

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What are your thoughts on M as a mythological figure?

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Miyamoto Musashi Versus Cameron Quinn: A Book of Five Rings

Posted in kyokushin karate, Martial Arts, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 12, 2022 by Jarrod Boyle

Shihan Cameron Quinn is, by the standards of ‘Theme Park…’, a luminary. He began training in Kyokushin Karate in 1971 and lived in Japan in 1976, studying Japanese and training at the Kyokushin Honbu dojo in Tokyo under Kyokushin founder, Mas Oyama.

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In Search of Lost Time

Posted in Reading, Real Men with tags , , , , , , on November 14, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle

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The action of In Search of Lost Time is essentially intellectual.

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In Search of Lost Time

Posted in Reading, Real Men with tags , , , , , , on November 9, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle
Look at this saucy Frenchman.

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I finished reading In Search of Lost Time a few weeks ago, and now it’s over, there is a peculiar Proust-shaped hole in my life.

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Happy 60th Birthday, Henry Rollins

Posted in Pretensions toward cultural theory, Real Men, resistance training with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 28, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle

The first disturbing event of first-year university was the day I went to meet a childhood friend of mine when he was discharged from the insane asylum.

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‘Art With Values’.

Posted in Pretensions toward cultural theory, Reading, Real Men, trauma with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 22, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle

There’s a friend of mine, a very successful artist, who I admire very much. I met him twenty years ago when we were working together in a dirty nightclub in South Melbourne; he was collecting glasses and I was bouncing. We both aspired to art, and he hit critical pay-dirt much earlier than I (who am I fooling – I still haven’t got there).

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Jocko Willink and David Goggins versus Leo Tolstoy, Ernest Hemingway and Hayden Carruth

Posted in Pretensions toward cultural theory, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , on July 10, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle

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There are some novels you read that make you think, ‘Why can’t all books be like this one?’ Continue reading

Jocko Willink and David Goggins versus Leo Tolstoy, Ernest Hemingway and Hayden Carruth

Posted in Pretensions toward cultural theory, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 2, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle

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I just can’t come to a place of peace with either Jocko Willink or David Goggins. Continue reading

Is ‘Joker’ the Best Film of 2019?

Posted in Film, Observation, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 26, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle

 

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“Hitler, as the point of convergence for so many nostalgias, resentments and anxieties, became a historical figure.”

– Joachim Fest, Hitler

In the wake of the Sandy Hook School Shooting in 2012, President Obama gave a press conference during which he beseeched Americans to support the introduction of basic mental health screenings for gun buyers. Continue reading

Suicidal Thoughts

Posted in poetry, Reading, Real Men with tags , , on September 24, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle

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‘Wrapping my coat around me like my own sweet shadow, I unscrewed the bottle of pills and began taking them swiftly, between gulps of water, one by one by one.

At first nothing happened, but as I approached the bottom of the bottle, red and blue lights began to flash before my eyes. The bottle slid from my fingers and I lay down.  

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life. Then, at the rim of the vision, it gathered itself, and in one sweeping tide, rushed me to sleep.’

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