What is after all
one chess game lost
kings, queens, knights roaming
bishops blessing 64 squares
after the 6th hour of play
though night is deepening
tired, vision blurred, distracted
there is another day
hours and hours of preparation
dawn will come
note: I’m sorry I have not written any new poems. I have been watching on-line Tata Steel Chess Tournament 2022 being held in the Netherlands.I have to get up before 5 in the morning. The games start at 5.
Books I’m reading: I have been re-reading Lord of the Rings.
note: Magnus Carlsen of Norway defended his title of World Chess Champion successfully against Fabiano Caruana of the United States on November 28, 2018 in London. The photo is from CNN.
“Chess is a sea in which a gnat may drink and an elephant may bathe!” – Indian Proverb
“Chess like love like music has the power to make men happy” (Tarrasch,1935).
“Similar to the feeling of love, chess makes you blissfully happy all the time.”
“People love adventures. Each game of chess is one such adventure.”
note: I’m reading an article in the Chessbase entitled, Understanding my passion for chess, by Prof.Lakshmi Narayana, link chess. I share a similar passion for chess.
Magnus Carlsen of Norway, the current World Chess Champion, defeated the challenger Sergey Karjakin of Russia and retained the World Chess Championship title today in New York with a combined score of 9 points against 7 points.
This past weekend Mrs. Abstract and I stayed in Union Inn Hotel built in 1880 in Volcano, Amador County,CA.
The hotel has a small well library. I found a wonderful book, Home, written by Beth Powing.
“ It was November, our first autumn in the farm. The ground was frozen, there were white crystals in the black ice on the end and the sun traveled low across the sky.
We went into the woods to cut next year’s firewood.”
–Beth Powing, Home, Chronicle of a North Country Life
note: I’m sorry I’m slightly behind in my blog. I’m immersed in chess. I’m following the World Chess Championship in New York,N.Y between Magnus Carlsen, current world champion from Norway, who battles Sergei Karjakin, the challenger from Russia.
The painted man stands like a statue
in the Fisherman’s Wharf, San Francisco
immobile for an hour or two
concentration, the center of his gravity
passersby look, for a moment, freeze their strides
a boy approaches, and pinches him
the statue winks, the boy smiles
the passersby resume their destination.
The boy sits focused in his chess game
webs of moves, branching, the center of his mind
a statue, breathing and thinking
and will not wink, shakes hands with smile.
note: I’m playing a lot of chess and reading about tesseract. I could not write a poem.
“Only the foolish and the dead alone
never change their opinions…
heavy clouds, impolite winds…”
some words are hard to translate,
so much meaning, feelings can hide
Can you cover church steeples with gold?
What happened to your umbrella?
note: I have a constant problem. I can’t write without reading.