a book about chess. yes. chess.

[Ryam BaCo]

yesterday mr. postman brought a book to me. brains in bahrain.

they told me that i won it in a writing contest. i thought

then i remembered back at this one poem i wrote some weeks ago. and then i thought

then i found out that my poem will be published in a book. and then i though

yeah...welll...anyway...what the f***$"%&%"$%&"% should i do with a book about chess?!?!?

[Lechimp]

Read it?

Anyway, congrats on getting your poem published in a book, that's pretty cool.

[Ryam BaCo]

i sacrificed 1 minute of my spare time and told google to translate the poem from german into english. the result is...ahmm....pretty...pretty...

The economic meaning of the spare time

1951 was a beautiful year -

evenly of terrible illness genesen,

decided I all to retrieve,

what the past me stolen:

Peace funds for the correction of the soul welfare,

Moscow as point of my travel arrow,

one lady or two for a beautiful Liebelei,

economic science after-study -

all that, around the longing to couriers.

1975 was them still my sons,

all the past goals, all the dreamed plans, nor,

but the details ungeboren unforgotten,

line-faithfully, as well as presumptuously,

I to support forgot peace nevertheless

or education into my wood head to scratch,

but if such details care already,

if Moscow yields the Soviet Union,

or the two-SAMNESS desired

is defeated of the simplicity?

1985 crossed troubles of vouchers my ways,

my dreams ran on odd way,

as art cyclists on ice,

until at these the play the troubles defeated one day,

which I am able to remember still well,

combatless, while my existence in security wiegte itself:

Certain ones, knowledge, remote pain, two-SAMNESS

were entweiht by my craze:

The chess OSCAR would not be fiction

would already be located it in my shelves.

1993 seemed my goals again set up:

Reorganized account instead of reorganized world,

the Urals instead of Moscow,

yogurt instead of pair of ladies

sportsman of the yearly instead of Dr. Suchar,

Wissen was at best as stamp well-known,

marked to me unknown a country.

Now I have the present to deny

in the commission for foreign affairs;

kraenklich my play, kraenklich my pride,

only invariably remained my head from wood.

An UNICEF Ambassador I will never be,

in addition my desire for peace is too small.

As pilot, platoon leader or a captain

I saw too little of this world.

Both the politician, and the Charmeur in the luck

which is missing knowledge of human nature falls back on me.

Me missing study would only veil these things

with hoped for Diskretion.

Thus one the child with the name calls:

I am not anything as a wasted talent!

brrrr...spooky

[Twilo]

Art Cyclists on Ice, the feelgood hit of the summer!

[Roderick]

I play chess. I love to play it as a hobby at school. I could use a book about chess, in fact I'd like to read it.

I could PM you my address, Ryam

[Ryam BaCo]

although i have no idea what to do with this book i also don't want to give it away because of its...hmm...value as a price

but if you like i could scan some pages and send them to you.

[Roderick]

No, thanks