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.

Author: Kurama

VINCENT WON #360

POETS REMINDED

See better, Lear; and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye.     Since ‘Mordor’ launched. Its full-scale invasion. Of Ukraine. Western nations have imposed.   Far-reaching sanctions. On the aggressor. In a bid to stymy. Its war effort.   But on the ground. Here in Ukraine. These sanctions seem to. Have […]
my own invention

POETS MAGNETIC

‘It was a glorious victory, wasn’t it?’ said the White Knight, as he came up panting. ‘I don’t know,’   Alice said doubtfully. ‘I don’t want to be anybody’s prisoner. I want to be a Queen.’   ‘So you will, when you’ve crossed the next brook,’ said the White Knight.   ‘I’ll see you safe […]
VINCENT WON #360

POETS FROM OLEKSANDRIVKA

Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold This shameful lodging.   Fortune, good night: smile once more; turn thy wheel! turn thy wheel!     Life’s challenges don’t stop. When war arrives. All she wants. Is time to recover.   All she wants. Is time to recover. From her cancer surgery. Instead, the 53-year-old.   […]
Rest In Peace, Danya...

POETS POURING

‘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 […]
VINCENT WON #360

POETS IN BILOZERSKE

Away, old man; give me thy hand; away! Give me thy hand; come on. Give me thy hand; come on.   Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither: Ripeness is all: come on.     The white armoured. Police van speeds into. The eastern ‘elves’ town. Of Bilozerske.   A steel […]
Thorny Thrones

POETS DURING A COLD SNAP

She was standing Before an arched doorway over which were the words QUEEN ALICE in large letters,   and on each side of the arch there was a bell-handle; one was marked ‘Visitors’ Bell,’ and the other ‘Servants’ Bell.’     Twelve miners. Have been killed. By an ‘orcs’ drone strike. In eastern Ukraine.   […]
Rest In Peace, Danya...

POETS ON BOCHAROVA STREET

He had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up   into a sort of untidy heap, and snoring loud – ‘fit to snore his head off!’ as Tweedledum remarked.   ‘I’m afraid he’ll catch cold with lying on the damp grass,’ said Alice, who was a very thoughtful […]
Passengers

POETS IN TERNIVKA

All this time the Guard was looking at her, first through a telescope, then through a microscope, and then through an opera-glass.   At last he said, ‘You’re travelling the wrong way,’ and shut up the window and went away.     After the strike. On the DTEK bus. In the town of Ternivka. The […]
Rest In Peace, Danya...

POETS RESPONSIBLE

Here she checked herself in some alarm, at hearing something that sounded to her   like the puffing of a large steam-engine in the wood near them, though she feared   it was more likely to be a wild beast. ‘Are there any lions or tigers about here?’ she asked timidly.   ‘It’s only the […]
Thorny Thrones

A POET FROM SLOVYANSK

She was standing Before an arched doorway over which were the words QUEEN ALICE in large letters,   and on each side of the arch there was a bell-handle; one was marked ‘Visitors’ Bell,’ and the other ‘Servants’ Bell.’     The quiet of. A Kyiv cemetery is broken. By a trumpet salute. Then a […]