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 2026

VINCENT WON #360

A POET COVERED IN GLASS

Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold This shameful lodging.   Fortune, good night: smile once more; turn thy wheel! turn thy wheel!     A woman, from Lviv. Had buried her grandmother. Just three days earlier. Just three days earlier.   She’d been sleeping Poorly ever since. The night before she’d gone. To her […]
A-sitting On A Gate

A POET SITTING ON A BENCH

There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods;   But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods;     Rescue workers are. Using specialist equipment. To clear the rubble. From building number 25.   Whilst all around […]
VINCENT WON #360

POETS AROUND PATON STREET

What shall Cordelia do? Love, and be silent. What shall Cordelia do? Love, and be silent.   Then poor Cordelia! And yet no so; since, I am sure, my love’s more richer than my tongue.   Nothing, my lord. Nothing. Nothing, my lord. Nothing.     Paton Street in Lviv. Is cordoned off. Machinery is […]
Chucky!

A POET ON VYHOVSKY STREET

‘If that there King was to wake,’ added Tweedledum, ‘you’d go out – bang! – just like a candle!’   ‘I shouldn’t!’ Alice exclaimed indignantly. ‘Besides, if I’m only a sort of thing   in his dream, what are you, I should like to know?’ ‘Ditto,’ said Tweedledum.   ‘Ditto, ditto!’ cried Tweedledee. He shouted […]
Take care!

POETS VIOLATED

and she really did rise as she spoke, several inches; but she got hold of   the edge of the table, and managed to pull herself down again.   ‘Take care of yourself!’ screamed the White Queen, seizing Alice’s hair with both her hands. ‘Something’s going to happen!’   And then (as Alice afterwards described […]
Rest In Peace, Danya...

POETS IN RADUSHNE

‘Hush! You’ll be waking him, I’m afraid, if you make so much noise.’   ‘Well, it’s no use your talking about waking him,’ said Tweedledum, ‘when you’re only   one of the things in his dream. You know very well you’re not real.’   ‘I am real!’ said Alice, and began to cry. ‘I am […]