All posts by Brendan King

An Interview with a Convert from Islam to Christianity

An interview with Nesreen Irsan Beavers, whose conversion from Islam to Christianity caused her father, her step-mother, and all her siblings to mark her and her new loved ones for death. And this was not in the Middle East; it was in Houston, Texas.
https://m.chron.com/news/houston-texas/houston/article/Young-widow-at-center-of-Houston-honor-13164460.php?utm_campaign=CMS+Sharing+Tools+%28Mobile%29&utm_source=m.facebook.com&utm_medium=referral&fbclid=IwAR3Q7qg0ZIW5cCf_32AY0lJjI9cm1jCeoszkoLIaFUo2-LUH5JzgD0iIg60

An Interview with Poet Rhina Espaillat

Rhina P. Espaillat, a Dominican immigrant to the United States, has been publishing her poetry since the 1940s. She has translated many of the greatest works of Spanish and Latin American poetry into English, while also translating the poetry of Robert Frost and Richard Wilbur into Spanish. Espaillat has also taught classes at the Westchester Poetry Conference about how to introduce Spanish poetic forms into English language poetry. The following interview with her, which took place at the University of Notre Dame in South Bend Indiana, is well worth watching: https://youtu.be/0gmG4Rkq9ao

A Parody of Gerard Manley Hopkins

“Fried Beauty.”By R.S. Gwynn.
Glory be to God for breaded things —Catfish, steak finger, pork chop, chicken thigh, Sliced green tomatoes, pots full to the brim With french fries, fritters, life-float onion rings, Hushpuppies, okra golden to the eye, That in all oils, corn or canola, swimToward mastication’s maw (O molared mouth!); Whatever browns, is dumped to drain and dry On paper towels’ sleek translucent scrim, These greasy, battered bounties of the South: Eat them.

The West Chester Poetry Conference

In 1995, poets Dana Gioia and Scott Peich realized, after working their way through a bottle of Pinot Noir, that there was no place in America where young poets could go to learn the traditional craft of poetry in a systematic way. In response, they created the West Chester Poetry Conference, which is still going strong after almost thirty years. Here is a video about it: https://youtu.be/8liu875rPsQ

An Interview with Poet Dick Davis

As Iran is again in the news, I am going to post the following interview with English poet Dick Davis. Davis lived in Tehran during the reign of the last Shah and married an Iranian woman. Since the Islamic Revolution made him and his wife into exiled, Davis has used his knowledge of bother the language and the culture to become the greatest living translator of Persian poetry. In the following interview, Davis discusses his poetry book “Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz.”
https://youtu.be/zTMA-T7Qb8s

Why the Hammer and Sickle Should Be Treated Like the Swastika

If someone were to ask you to think of either extreme of the political spectrum, odds are you would immediately picture a swastika at one end and a hammer and sickle at the other. Regardless of your views on the left-right paradigm or whether or not you subscribe to horseshoe theory, we (rightfully) tend to perceive fascism and communism as the standard ideologies of the extreme.

https://fee.org/articles/why-the-hammer-and-sickle-should-be-treated-like-the-swastika/?fbclid=IwAR1Hl3A3XzEklDJKrsvbR9gjn4EEkoA9gdF7RmCXf4sFodfbGG4YSxRkPNA

Japanese Chess

This article appeared in an 1869 issue of the British periodical “Chess World”.

“JAPANESE CHESS.”

The following interesting article appeared lately in “The Philadelphia Daily Bulletin” :—

All of our readers, of course, remember the visit of the Japanese Embassy to our shores eight years ago. On their arrival in this city we determined to convert them into a grand means of communication between Oriental and Occidental Chess, and we entertained strong hopes of embellishing our column with a Japanese Gambit, between two leading players of the Sho-ho-ye, or some other Japanese Club. On being introduced into the quarters of the Embassy, we learned that the game was almost exclusively confined to the middle and lower ranks—a striking illustration of the semi-barbarism of these islanders.

A set of Japanese Chessmen, which we borrowed from a friend for the purpose, served as an interpreter, and very effectually too, for our strange guests immediately turned them out on the table and explained their use. In the absence of a board, they asked, in very intelligible English, for a piece of paper, and with marvellous rapidity laid out a “board,” writing the names of the pieces with great neatness in their appropriate squares. We prize this “autograph” Chess Board very highly as an interesting memento of the Embassy.

The delegation that visited the Philadelphia Chess Club consisted of eight of the soldiers, each carrying his long, heavy sword in one hand, and some of them a light fan in the other. After a few minutes spent in salutations, two of them took their seats at the table which had been prepared for them, and the first game of Japanese Chess ever played in a Christian land (except such as may have been played within the seclusion of the Japanese quarters since the Embassy reached America) was begun.
The players, one of whom, Yamada Woomagen, was a fine looking man, drew for the first move, by tossing a Ho-kei, or pawn, into the middle of the board (à la Mercantile Library fashion), the move being governed according to the side falling uppermost, and the game proceeded by the advance of the pawns, followed by the different pieces.

The board and pieces being carefully marked and numbered, we had hoped to make some record of the game, but owing to the game’s intricacies and peculiarities, and to the extraordinary rapidity of the play, we were soon hopelessly bewildered.

As the game progressed it was soon apparent, from the expression on the faces of their companions that one of the players was speedily gaining ground, and they all laughed heartily, but most good-naturedly, when the loser arose from the table, with the simple remark, “He beat me. ”

This game was not played out to a mate, and they accordingly agreed to play another game, the loser in the first game yielding his place to one of his companions, Sano Kanaye, who, from his greater proficiency in English, acted as interpreter to the party. He seemed to play a bold game, and in fifteen minutes he announced “Ote!” which signifies killed, suggesting a significant analogy with the mat of the Persians, which bears the same meaning.

Our visitors stated that there were in Jeddo seven ” Chess masters,” appointed by the Government, to instruct the people in the game, and that there were many Japanese books on the game, some of which they promised to send to us when the Niagara returned from Japan. The Orientals, however, have poor memories.

They described to us another Japanese game, somewhat similar to draughts, played on a board “nineteen squares each way,” making altogether three hundred and sixty-one squares.

Some of them expressed, much curiosity to learn our game, and took in some elementary lessons, which were given them, with remarkable aptness. They were much gratified by a present of a set of Chessmen and a copy of the “Handbook,” which will probably become a text book of the Japanese Chess College at some future day. After partaking of an impromptu collation and recording their names on the register, our visitors took leave of us in high spirits and with many expressions of pleasure at their visit, leaving with us a most agreeable impression of their gentle, cheerful politeness, and their aptness and intelligence in acquiring and communicating knowledge.