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

handy-dandy

POETS DEALING

‘Why do you sit out here all alone?’ said Alice, not wishing to begin an argument.   ‘Why, because there’s nobody with me!’ cried Humpty Dumpty. ‘Did you think I didn’t know the answer to that? Ask another.’   ‘Don’t you think you’d be safer Down on the ground?’ Alice went on, not with any […]
Take care!

POETS BEFORE EASTER

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 […]
Messengers

A POET OF NODODY

How are you, dear child?’ he went on, putting his arm affectionately round Hatta’s neck.   Hatta looked round and nodded, and went on with his bread-and-butter.   ‘Were you happy in prison, dear child?’ said Haigha. Hatta looked round once more,   and this time a tear or two trickled down his cheek: but […]
Messengers

POETS OF SOMEBODY

‘I see nobody on the road,’ said Alice. ‘I only wish I had such eyes,’ the King remarked in a fretful tone.   ‘To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance too! Why, it’s as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!’   All this was lost on […]
Messengers

A POET OF ANYBODY

‘I see nobody on the road,’ said Alice. ‘I only wish I had such eyes,’ the King remarked in a fretful tone.   ‘To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance too! Why, it’s as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!’   All this was lost on […]
Thorny Thrones

POETS CROSSED INTO DNIPROPETROVSK

‘Nothing!’ Alice said impatiently. ‘I’ve been knocking at it!’ ‘I’ve been knocking at it!’   ‘Shouldn’t do that – shouldn’t do that –’ the Frog muttered. ‘Wexes it, you know.’   Then he went up and gave the door a kick with one of his great feet.   ‘You let it alone,’ he panted out, […]
VINCENT WON #360

POETS ON A MAP

Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester. Meantime we shall express our darker purpose.   Give me the map there. Give me the map there. Know that we have divided In three our kingdom:     The Donetsk region. Of eastern Ukraine. Has long been. In ‘Mordor’’s sights.   ‘The One’ reportedly says. He’ll […]

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.   […]