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

Snark!

A POET PICKED UP

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They threatened its life with a railway-share; They charmed it with smiles and soap.   But the Barrister, weary of proving in vain That the Beaver’s lace-making was wrong, Fell asleep, and in dreams saw the creature quite […]
Snark!

A POET IN ‘SAFARI’

“Just the place for a Snark!” the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each man on the top of the tide By a finger entwined in his hair.   “Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice: That alone should encourage the crew. Just the place for a […]
VINCENT WON #360

A POET QUEUING

Nothing, my lord. Nothing. Nothing, my lord. Nothing.     A woman is queuing. To submit an application. At the Administrative Services Centre. And her main concern is.   To get the windows covered. With plastic film quickly. So that the cats. Don’t run away from home.   She also always. Takes shelter. But this […]
VINCENT WON #360

A POET HIDING

Here, father, take the shadow of this tree For your good host; pray that the right may thrive:   If I ever I return to you again, I’ll bring you comfort. If I ever     Many local residents. Have said that when. There is a real threat. They often seek shelter.   As this […]
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 […]