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: March 2024

A POET FROM KRYNKY

“The entire river crossing. Is under constant fire. I’ve seen boats. With my comrades on board.”   “Just disappear into the water. After being hit. Lost forever. To the Dnipro river.”   “We must carry. Everything with us. Generators, fuel. And food.”   “When you’re setting up. A bridgehead. You need a lot of everything. […]

A POET BEING STRONG

“My daughter kept. Screaming and crying. That we forgot daddy. I needed to be strong.”     On 24 February 2022. ‘Mordor’ invaded Ukraine. That morning. Her life “changed forever”.   She and her husband. Woke up to the sounds of. Planes flying overhead. And bombs exploding.   ‘Orcs’ troops were roaming their city. The […]

A POET STILL ALIVE

He has the sort of chuckle. That’s hard to resist. Deep and treacly and mischievous. “I’m still alive.”   He said, tilting his head. To one side in his wheelchair. Like a spectator marvelling at. Someone else’s magic trick.   He is 50 years old now. And you’re meeting for the third time. Since ‘Mordor’ […]

POETS CREATING

After so much suffering. Trauma is everywhere. And expresses itself. In different ways.   But it has not erased. The spirit of kindness. That was so evident. Two years ago.     In a carriage from Lviv station. Heading towards Kyiv. You meet a short, stocky man. With an engaging smile.   He is one-armed. […]

A POET FIGHTING FOR OWN LAND

Two years on. The war has settled. On Lviv station. A stubborn season that will not move.   There is weariness. And everywhere. Stories of. What’s been lost.     She was a doctor. At the height. Of the refugee crisis. She was directing a team.   Of doctors, nurses and volunteers. Constantly on the […]

A POET IN THE FIELD OF MARS

You heard the screams. From far away. They came floating. Across the rows of the dead.   Across the rows of the dead. Over other graves. Still waiting. To be filled.     You heard the screams. From far away. They came floating. Over the rows of flags.   Over the rows of flags. To […]

POETS OVER A VIDEO CALL

A 14-year-old boy. Went to live. In western Ukraine. With his aunt.   After his mum. His granddad. His uncle and eight-year-old cousin. Were all killed in Hroza.   Many who died there. Were parents. And Hroza now is known as. A village of orphans.     “I miss you very very much.” He tells […]

POETS IN A VILLAGE OF ORPHANS

He lost his mum. He lost his dad. He lost his two grandparents. Last October.   They were all killed. In a missile attack. On his village of Hroza. In north-eastern Ukraine.   Many who died there. Were parents. And Hroza now is known as. A village of orphans.     “I still can’t grasp […]

A POET ON SECOND ANNIVERSARY

“None of us will allow. Our Ukraine to end.” ‘Gandalf the Green’ said. In an address in the capital Kyiv.   He was joined by Western leaders. In a show of solidarity. ‘Gandalf the Green’ said. In his speech on Saturday that.   While any normal person would. Want the war to end. It could […]