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

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 […]
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 […]