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.

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Snark!

A POET FITTING THE 1ST

In the midst of the word he was trying to say, In the midst of his laughter and glee, He had softly and suddenly vanished away— For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.     Not long ago. She, now 26, worked. As a nightclub administrator. In Prague.   “It felt like everything. Was […]
Snark!

POETS TAKING ON

“Come, listen, my men, while I tell you again The five unmistakable marks By which you may know, wheresoever you go, The warranted genuine Snarks.   “Let us take them in order. The first is the taste, Which is meagre and hollow, but crisp: Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist, […]
Snark!

POETS IN FOXHOLES

The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies— Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! Such solemnity, too! One could see he was wise, The moment one looked in his face!   He had bought a large map representing the sea, Without the least vestige of land: And the crew were much pleased […]
Crow!

POETS PARTICIPATING

‘But it isn’t old!’ Tweedledum cried, in a greater fury than ever. in a greater fury than ever.   ‘It’s new, I tell you – I bought it yesterday – my nice NEW RATTLE!’ and his voice rose to a perfect scream.   All this time Tweedledee was trying his best to fold up the […]
Crow!

POETS RATTLING

‘I am real!’ said Alice, and began to cry. ‘I am real!’ said Alice, and began to cry.   ‘You won’t make yourself a bit realler by crying,’ Tweedledee remarked: ‘there’s nothing to cry about.’   ‘If I wasn’t real,’ Alice said  – half-laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous – ‘I shouldn’t […]
Crow!

POETS WITH GOODWILL

‘I know they’re talking nonsense,’ Alice thought to herself: ‘and it’s foolish to cry about it.’   So she brushed away her tears, and went on as cheerfully as she could, ‘At any rate   I’d better be getting out of the wood, for really it’s coming on very dark.   Do you think it’s […]
VINCENT WON #360

POETS ON ‘THE ROAD OF DEATH’

And ‘vorse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say ‘This is the worst.’     “The road is mined. So, we’re stuck here.” Says a woman. Over the phone.   From the rooftop of. From the rooftop of. A fire-damaged house. In southern Ukraine.   “People are trying. […]
Crow!

POETS FLYING

It was getting dark so suddenly that Alice thought there must be a thunderstorm coming on.   ‘What a thick black cloud that is!’ she said. ‘And how fast it comes! Why, I do believe it’s got wings!’   ‘It’s the crow!’ Tweedledum cried out in a shrill voice of alarm:   and the two […]
Crow!

A POET CALLED MAGYAR

‘Tweedledum and Tweedledee Agreed to have a battle; For Tweedledum said Tweedledee Had spoiled his nice new rattle.   Just then flew down a monstrous crow, As black as a tar-barrel; Which frightened both the heroes so, They quite forgot their quarrel.’     “We’re like a red rag. To the enemy. Because we’re taking […]
Vaishali is the challenger!

POETS INTENSIFYING

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 […]