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

Take care!

POETS IN MYLA

‘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 it) all sorts of things happened in a moment.     As a result. As a result. The Zhytomyr highway. Has been closed.   The whole town is. Shrouded […]
Take care!

POETS IN VYSHNEVE

There was not a moment to be lost. There was not a moment to be lost.   Already several of the guests were lying down in the dishes, in the dishes,   and the soup ladle was walking up the table towards Alice’s chair, and beckoning to her   impatiently to get out of its […]
VINCENT WON #360

A POET IN DMYTRIVKA

See better, Lear; and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye.     As of 11:30 am. On 29 August. 27 people are known. To have died.   Among them. Among them. Is the head of. The Dmytrivka community.     My life I never held but as a pawn To wage […]
England!

POETS BACKING

—in fact, I remember the words well, —in fact, I remember the words well,   “When you talk of war, which no doubt would be general war, you must not underrate England.   She is a curious country, She is a curious country, and few foreigners can understand her mind.   Do not judge by […]
Bortnyk style!

POETS LOOKING THROUGH THE RUBBLE

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 […]
VINCENT WON #360

POETS IN POCHAINA

What, art mad? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes.   Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear:   change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?     Due to the fire. On Pochaina Street. The […]
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 […]