Koryu meets Chess

Not Martial Arts but Minerva's Arts. Through a Struggle, be guided by Philosophy, Faith, Art, and Science. Like a Forest from the Olive Tree that Athena, goddess of Wisdom, offered the Greek people a long time ago.

Month: April 2022

POETS IN BUCHA

On a day. On a cold day. On a land. On a snowy land. Keep an eye. Keep an eagle eye. Call a name. Call a dear name. And wait. And wait. And wait. Far away.   Answer yet. Answer yet. Answer yet. In Bucha.   On a day. On a calm day. On a […]

A POET ON EASTER

Celebrate our Easter, the resurrection of Christ. This year’s. In the struggles of war.   Celebrated our Easter, the resurrection of Christ. Last year’s. In the Pandemic at home.   Celebrate our Easter, the resurrection of Christ. We show the world, nothing can defeat our Ukraine.   *Because I read today’s BBC news (posted on […]

POETS FROM KHERSON

How can I get a gun against my neighborhood? How can I be mobilized by such a command?   Now I run for the border. I ran away from Kherson. Now I run for my dear life. I ran away from the terror.   How can I get a gun against my neighborhood? How can […]

POETS IN LVIV

This morning shook my home, from whole prospects of peace at hand. This morning struck me, shattering sense of safety at all. This morning pained Lviv, to decide the only move to fight at once. This morning changed land, just before to focus in Donbas.   *Because my friend sent me an email to tell […]

A POET IN LUHANSK

For a moment of life, For a moment of death, A poet left already love for home.   For a moment of peace, For a moment of fight, A poet left already Lviv for Luhansk.   For a moment of smile, For a moment of sigh, A poet left already love for home.    *Because […]

POETS IN MARIUPOL

Bleeding. Freeing. Willing. Mariupol.   Homeland. Port town. Remain. The only one for me. Bleeding. Freeing. Shielding. Mariupol.   Drive a car. Take a train. Over the border. I’ll be back for me. Bleeding. Freeing. Fleeing. Mariupol.   Resistant. Prepared town. Theater. Secure for me. Bleeding. Freeing. Squeezed. Mariupol.   Azovstal Steel Works. Fortress town. […]

A POET IN CHERNIHIV

For a breath of a poet, a breeze comes round. ’Cause burn clay to bricks, let winds borrow books! Let burst into bloom of words clay round the Library. ’Cause burn clay to bricks, let rains borrow books! Let burst into bloom of words clay round Chernihiv.    *Because my friend sent me an email […]

A POET IN BORODYANKA

Aware of a poet? Aware of a poet? A poet of Cossack broods over the land. Not noting a bullet. Not noting a bullet. You see a poet of Cossack in Borodyanka.    *Because my friend sent me an email with photos of the monument to Taras Shevchenko in Borodyanka, Kyiv region, which showed us […]

A POET IN KHARKIV

A poet in Kharkiv is standing under bombs. But a poet in Kharkiv is watching over the world. Keep silent! Keep silent! Sirens warn in Kharkiv. But a poet in Kharkiv is a sign of a word.   *Because I saw the photo and read the article about “The statue of Taras Shevchenko surrounded with […]