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: December 2022

A POET ON CHRISTMAS EVE

“Let’s endure this winter. Because we know what we are fighting for.” “Freedom comes at a high price. But slavery has an even higher price.”   “Let’s endure this winter. Because we know what we are fighting for.” “The world must see and understand. What absolute evil we are fighting against.”   “We endured at […]

POETS IN LADYZHYN

After more than a week. Of living in the freezer. People are praying ‘orcs’ missiles. Do not strike again.   Losing access to all sources. Of warmth has been a fear. For many ‘elves’ who live. Far from the front line.   Wood-burning stoves. Keep young and old warm. In the town of Ladyzhyn. The […]

A POET CALLED KARAYA

With the call sign Karaya. An ‘elf’ military pilot. Shot down five Iranian drones. Over Vinnytsia and ejected.   With the call sign Karaya. He is already waiting for. A new aircraft. A little more – and he returns to the ranks.     He worked in the sky. Of Vinnytsia region. The fifth target […]

POETS FROM A THEATRE

From the days before the attack. The ‘orcs’ word “children” was. Clearly painted on the lawn. In front of the theatre.     A 27-year-old locksmith. Had also wandered. Into the building. That morning.   He had some friends there. And went to look for them. He was near the main entrance. When the explosion […]

POETS IN THE DEAD

Remember. Remember. Don’t forget this theatre. Remember. Remember. Don’t forget this scream.   From the days before the attack. The ‘orcs’ word “children” was. Clearly painted on the lawn. In front of the theatre.   Remember. Remember. Don’t forget this disease. Remember. Remember. Don’t forget this disaster.   The new, U-shaped compound sits. Near the […]

POETS KEEPING SECRET WEAPON INSIDE

Even at the end. Of a long day. The chief medic still chops the wood. And lights the fireplace.   The rest of his team are on shift. Or have retired for the night. The chief medic is often. The last to sleep.   His wife, also a doctor. Sends him pictures. Of bunk beds […]

POETS IN CHORNOBAIVKA

A cartoon shows that. For this ‘orc’ knight. Every direction points to. Chornobaivka – and certain death.     “We got out just a couple of times. Per month to buy food.” Until the war she had worked. As an operator at the airfield.   “We didn’t go anywhere. We grew carrots. Beetroot and potatoes. […]