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.

Archive List for AS A POET

WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

A POET WITH A HEAD TORCH

In Zaporizhzhia. A dentist says appointments. Have to be rescheduled. At the last moment.   And there’ve been occasions. When electricity disappeared. During complicated surgery. “If this happens.”     “We start our generators. So we can finish. What we have started. There’s no other way.”   “We can’t tell the patient. To come back […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

A POET ELECTED

“Our elderly ladies. Can’t pop out. To the shops. To get their bread.”     Generators are an increasingly. Common sight in Ukraine. The ‘elves’ capital, Kyiv, has been. Experiencing lengthy power cuts.   She was elected. By residents of her. 24-storey apartment block. To help run the building’s facilities.   She says living in […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

POETS DEPENDENT ON

Power supply. Is a matter of. Life and death. For her son.     Her son was born. With disabilities and needs. Electricity-powered equipment. To be able to breathe.   With disabilities and needs. Electricity-powered equipment. To be able to eat. And to receive medication.   “We are very dependent on electricity. If it wasn’t […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

A POET ACKNOWLEDGING

“There are a lot of criticisms. Because we have lost. A lot of our guys because of. Soviet-type mindset and strategy.”   Says a former Security Service officer. “We are limited with manpower. We have no other options. Than thinking of our people.”     In the area. Around Kharkiv. ‘Orcs’ advances. Have been stopped. […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

A POET COMPARING

In Pokrovsk. In the Donetsk region. Captain from ‘elves’. 110th Brigade compares.   What he sees to. A conveyor belt. Bringing ‘orcs’. To be killed.   Although still allowing. Them to push. Forward slowly. A conveyor belt.     *Because I read “Ukraine calls them meat assaults: Russia’s brutal plan to take ground” by Gordon […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

POETS FACING “MEAT ASSAULTS”

“We need everything. And there is always a lack. The boys are holding on. We’re all hanging on.”   “It’s hard. But everyone knows. The price and. Why it’s all being done.”     On the frontlines. ‘Elves’ soldiers use. A graphic term. To describe.   The ‘orcs’ tactics. They face daily. They call them. […]

POETS MOURNING

The moment the missile struck. Had been “like in a film”. With a “big light. Then an awful sound”.   “One part of the hospital. Was destroyed. And there was. A fire in another.”   “It’s really very damaged. Maybe 60-70%. Of the hospital.” A doctor at the hospital said.     Hospital personnel. And […]

POETS SAYING GOODBYE

“We were walking. And saying goodbye. To our lives. Every second.”   A 14-year-old. Son’s own father. Was killed. In front of him.     A large family lived. In Bucha. The youngest of the three sons. Recently turned 14.   On 17 March. Together with his father. He went to the centre. Of the […]

A POET UNDER SUPERVISION

A 4-year-old boy. Was returning home. With his father. When ‘orcs’ soldiers fired missiles.   At one of the districts. In Kyiv. A 4-year-old boy. Was returning home.     A missile hit the yard. Of the house. And the boy and his father. Received shrapnel wounds.   The child, whose lower back. Was severely […]

POETS ALWAYS SAD

If we ask the girl. What she wants. We will hear the voice of. The whole of Ukraine:   “What I want most. Is to go home. And for the war. To stop.”     She is a native resident. Of Irpin. She is an ophthalmologist. By profession.   When the war broke out. She […]