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: August 2022

A POET IN CHAPLYNE

Ukraine spent Wednesday. Marking its annual Independence Day. ‘Gandalf the Green’ had previously said. ‘Mordor’ might do something “cruel” to disrupt the celebrations.   An ‘orc’ rocket strike on a railway station. Killed 25 people. On the day marking six months. Since ‘Mordor’’s invasion began.   Five of the victims of the attack. In the […]

A POET ON INDEPENDENCE DAY

He “had no idea”. That after achieving independence. His country would one day be at war. With his country’s closest neighbour.   He was “sure we’d be friends with our neighbours”. “Trust me, I had no idea. That our closest neighbour would turn out. To be the most impudent and cunning one.”   “We’re with […]

POETS IN ENERGODAR

If it happens like in Chernobyl. If it happens like in Fukushima. A satellite city of the ‘Ring’ in Zaporizhia. Energodar is always on a mission.     On 2 March evening. Mayor of Energodar wrote. “There were no shellings in our city. There were no victims.”   “Unfortunately, today at about 15:30. In the […]

A POET IN OLENIVKA

Do you know what I asked? Do you know what I believed? Do you know what I counted? Because a prisoner in Olenivka.   Do you know what I did? Do you know what I earned? Do you know what I felt? Because a prisoner in Olenivka.   Do you know what I guessed? Do […]

A POET ON A TOE

In the wordless war. In the wordless world. My land is alive on my toes.   In the wordless war. In the wordless world. My land is kicking on my toes.   In the wordless war. In the wordless world. My land is dancing on my toes.   In the wordless war. In the wordless […]

A POET IN KROPYVNYTSKYI

When there was a burial. Of our pilots. Two blue aircraft made a circle. Above the city.   Five people were killed. And another 25 were injured. When missiles struck the central city. Of Kropyvnytskyi.   When there was a burial. Of our pilots. Two blue aircraft made a circle. Above the city.   In […]