Poetry in Motion
Submitted by
verusamo on Fri, 08/03/2007 at 10:54pm.
Poetry in Motion. That is exactly what chess is. From elegantly creative mating paterns to mind blowing posistions that drive you mad--in a good way. If we are in a turbulent world with all kinds of stress we can sit down and enjoy a game of chess. Instantly all of our troubles slide off of our backs and all that matters is the mental battle waging before us. The peices of wood become powerful armies waging war for their Kings in the hopes of total victory. It is a beautiful thing. Chess is more than a mere game. It is an art form full of creativity, beauty, and elegance. The board is a peice of parchment and we use the peices as our pens to create wonderful works of art.
| O joy of suffering! | |
| To struggle against great odds! to meet enemies undaunted! | |
| To be entirely alone with them! to find how much one can stand! | |
| To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face! | |
| To mount the scaffold! to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance! | |
To be indeed a God! ---Walt Whitman |