an in-between move

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[German, from zwischen, intermediate + zug, move

Literally an "in-between move". A move in a tactical sequence is called a zwischenzug* when it does not relate directly to the tactical motif in operation. |source|

image copyright TWIC

From this position, black played a zwischenzug: 19…d5
(Linares 2002, 1-0)


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David Rowland studies philosophy at the University of Illinois - Urbana / Champaign, where he's an active member of the Graduate Employees Organization. He used to play a lot of chess, but wasn't all that good. He has a blog. And email.



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Wednesday, June 23, 2004


Poetry appreciation corner

My friend Jef (who maintains this site and recently sent me this link) works for a book distributor and sends complimentary copies my way from time to time. For my recent Amtrak odyssey Jef set me up with Poetry after 9/11: An Anthology of New York Poets. It's the sort of book that could be really bad but isn't. Which, I suppose, isn't so surprising given New York's extensive reserves of poets and posey.

Anyhow, here's a poem from the anthology:

At night the fighter planes circle
and I look at the yellowed corner of my ceiling
where the dead mosquito hangs
and remember last summer's fear of disease -
bearing bugs, the whoosh of mosquito trucks,
and my favorite Post headline LET US SPRAY.
Lately I'm afraid of all sounds and the lack of sounds.
News voices, guarding reactors -- my daughter
hates the news, why is she watching?
And where have the backyard birds gone?
The yo babay mo-fo boom chicka Jersey cars
don't blast around my block trying to park.
We'll never go back. It's so strange to be caught
in history, to be making history after just making loads
of unused imaginary money, men in blue jackets shouted,
traded, and it's gone and it's okay but I don't want to die.
I hope God is circling up there with those planes.
Patti was a good person and she died.
God is probably passed out somewhere warm and dark,
still sleeping off his whole world, seven day binge
and it's just us, warring unhinged teenagers
trashing this big beautiful park.

-- Shelley Stenhouse

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