Koryu meets Chess

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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 […]
Thunder&Lightning

POETS IN A ROOM

First let me talk with this philosopher. What is the cause of thunder? Good my lord, take his offer; go into the house.   I’ll talk a word with this same learned Theban. What is your study? What is your study?     The US President once again. Loomed large over. The European Union’s. Latest […]
Messengers

A POET WITH A GOLDEN WEAPON

‘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 […]
And Sindarov will challenge!

POETS IN PECHERSK

‘I’m not a visitor, and I’m not a servant. There ought to be one marked “Queen,” you know –’   Just then the door opened a little way, and a creature with a long beak   put its head out for a moment and said ‘No admittance till   ‘No admittance till the week after […]
Sindarov knocking out and...

POETS CONDEMNING

she must have been dreaming about the Lion and the Unicorn and those queer Anglo-Saxon Messengers.   However, there was the great dish still lying at her feet, on which she had tried to cut the plum-cake,   ‘So I wasn’t dreaming, after all,’ she said to herself, ‘unless – unless we’re all part of […]
Sindarov knocking out again and...

POETS BEARING

The White Queen gave a deep sigh, and laid her head on Alice’s shoulder. ‘I am so sleepy!’ she moaned. ‘She’s tired, poor thing!’   said the Red Queen. ‘Smooth her hair – lend her your nightcap – and sing her a soothing lullaby.’   ‘I haven’t got a nightcap with me,’ said Alice, as […]
Sindarov knocking out again and again and again and again

POETS OUTRAGED

‘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, […]