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

A POET WITH A MAP

So she began rather timidly: ‘Am I addressing the White Queen?’ ‘Well, yes, if you call that   a-dressing,’ the Queen said. ‘It isn’t my notion of the thing, at all.’ Alice thought   it would never do to have an argument at the very beginning of their conversation,   so she smiled and said, […]
T & T

POETS AT A CROSSROADS

It was not a very difficult question to answer, as there was only one road through the wood,   and the two finger-posts both pointed along it. ‘I’ll settle it,’ Alice said to herself,   ‘when the road divides and they point different ways.’ But this did not seem likely to happen.   She went […]
VINCENT WON #360

POETS AT A SPECTACLE

Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold This shameful lodging.   Fortune, good night: smile once more; turn thy wheel! turn thy wheel!     ‘Elves’ went to bed. On Friday night. With the frightening possibility. That the US President could.   Be seduced by ‘the One’. Into offering. Significant concessions. On the war.   […]
Messengers

POETS LEFT OUT

‘Fighting for the crown?’ ‘Yes, to be sure,’ said the King: ‘and the best of the joke is, that it’s my crown all the while!   Let’s run and see them.’ And they trotted off, Alice repeating to herself, as she ran, the words of the old song:     They call it “dronocide”: New […]
blooming

A POET REJOICING

And when it blooms. – our joy knows no bounds!!! – our joy knows no bounds!!! Just look, please!   And relax. And relax. Just like our cat. In the sunshine!!!     ‘Sit up a little more stiffly, dear!’ Alice cried with a merry laugh.   ‘And curtsy while you’re thinking what to – […]
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 […]