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White to play and win

White to play and win.

This one might be difficult to spot White to play.

What should White do?

Black to play and material.

Black to play and win metarial.

Hi friends,.This is a dramatic presentation of Thomas Stearns Eliot's poem "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by our fellow royal Fred Ornstein. I am sure you all will enjoy .. and comment.... "LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question…. Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”) My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin— (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”) Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? And I have known the eyes already, known them all— The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume? And I have known the arms already, known them all— Arms that are braceleted and white and bare (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!) Is it perfume from a dress That makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. And should I then presume? And how should I begin?. . . . . . . . Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?… I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.. . . . . . . . And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep … tired … or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— If one, settling a pillow by her head, Should say: “That is not what I meant at all; That is not it, at all.” And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor— And this, and so much more?— It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: “That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.”. . . . . . . .No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown."

White to play and win. Black just Kb8? in the second puzzle. How should White play?

White to play mate in 4

Here is one of my x chess choach's Whatu Kobese games. White to play and win.

Black needs a maricle to save this game. Find a win for Black.

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Endgame: Try to win with White I'm Black. Rules you must checkmate me in 50 moves. please post your moves. Let's play.

I received this e-mail a couple of days ago. This seems extraordinarily impossible. I'm stunned. 12 or 13? This is the cleverest email.Please wait until the group changes positions.Is it twelve or thirteen??<> This will drive you crazy!Where does the extra man come from?Don't ask me; I haven't figured it out yet!! When you do please let me know!

TIPs Look at your opponent's move why he/she choose that move? . Make the best possible move. For that you may check good moves as well as moves that look silly. Have a plan when you play chess. Know what the pieces are worth and put them at most powerful places. Develop quickly and well. Control the center. Know when to trade pieces. Remember its their position on the board that makes them important. Think about the endgame. Always be alert. never make a move in rush. Keep your King safe. http://www.chesscentral.com/Winning_Chess_Strategys_a/235.htm YOurs..sajay

It look like Black is lost, but he has one last card to play.

Black to move and win.

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hope this is self explanatory. Re: a simple question Natalia_Pogonina May 7, 2012 @ 10:09pm Friends Since Mar 25 2012 Hi Sajay, Only with the knight. More info here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smothered_mate All the best, Natalia ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original Message by sajay on 5/4/2012 @ 11:27am: Hi, I just recently heard about a term smothered mate.. In my group two were having a debate on this.. both of them are able to convince other as regards what exactly is a smothered mate. one contented that it can be done by any piece.. the other says no no only knight can make a smothered mate.. Could you pls enlighten us? YOurs...sajay

Really dont know what happended.... all of your video links too are now not seen... comeback....