A Chicken Is An Egg

A chicken is an egg’s way of making another egg

First things first though as the circle arcs along

The days come and go bringing more of what has been

I think the light shows the way I should always go

But then the darkness comes and I know that I don’t know

Help me see the process before it falls below

Just beyond the horizon I believe it steady moves

Though I am left behind wondering what comes now

There’s always something special about a sunset

Reminiscent of the bright lit day it leaves again behind

Then it drifts into the night and shadow overcomes

I don’t see how to follow a guide that’s out of sight

I feel the loss of knowledge sunk by time’s constant flight

So I stumble slowly within the cold and now’s unsure night

When We Were Met

When we were met and the world was fine

Not a thing could hurt us

I was all yours and you forever mine

I discovered colors I had never seen

It all smelled of apple blooms

And I thought I knew everything

We walked together in hand along

We held each other close

We had become one with a love of our own

Then before us came distractions from our self

Temptingly unfamiliar feelings as familiarity set in

And before I could cry forgiveness you put me on a shelf

I asked my father to explain you to me

How I could want you so

Why you would walk away

Yet the sun keeps passing over my head

Against the blank blue sky

What I got was —

Where were you when I hung the stars

Where when I created the world and let it go

How can you even pretend to know

But tell me clean —

How a dream could take my soul

How it could then dissolve like a rainbow’s arc

Leaving me without reason or cause

Finding my self wandering through the hurt filled dark

I’ve got the horror — show me some love

I don’t need more lessons — show me how to love again

I give up on tomorrow

I don’t want to dream anymore

Take away this world of sorrow.

Just leave me alone

It is the last night before the final day

And all that has been given will be taken away

No hope can replace what’s gone to stay

I asked my father to explain you to me

How I could want you so

Why you would walk away

Yet the sun keeps passing over my head

Against the blank blue sky

What I got was —

Where were you when I hung the stars

Where when I created the world and let it go

How can you even pretend to know 

There are nights when the stars arrive

They cloud the domed dark heavens

And if you watch them slowly unwind their path

Sometimes one breaks loose

And flies across its way falling as it streaks

Like a doomed but sparkingly brilliant consequential light

Then gone

I asked my father to explain you to me

How I could want you so

Why you would walk away

Yet the sun keeps passing over my head

Against the blank blue sky

What I got was —

Where were you when I hung the stars

Where when I created the world and let it go

How can you even pretend to know

How can you even pretend to know

The First Ones Off

The first ones off the ship that night

Floated away to lives again

Those who deferred brave and selfless

Froze to death when the water came in

Those who were early to work that day

At desks when the planes crashed in

They’re the ones who suffered and died

Those wandering that way late only heard the pain

We’re taught to be strong and to do our part

Never shirk and always tell the truth

But reward isn’t promised to those who pull their weight

They’re the ones who are holding up the tent

So when enough of their brothers aren’t helping anymore

It all comes tumbling upon them crashing to the floor

She Bears The Touches

Like a new day she brightens the lobby air

All others pause in a Romantic pastiche

For some reason then she sees me and approaches

Though I’ve stopped as all the rest have

Then we are drinking in the lobby bar

Among the tired and swollen salesmen slouching

Hidden from their workphones talking sports and profits

Sidelong glances at her to tease their endless night

And we seem to be the one

The one between us

I have to leave tomorrow

But I don’t want to tell her

There can only be tonight

Unless she would leave her life for mine

And she bears the touches the many touches

The touches that leave their mark

Such beauty such grace tainted only by her life

Touches scar stunt and shape what is best

Until it fades and dies with time and experience

Oh such warmth found on a dark winter’s evening

She heats the bed like a drink of old brown whiskey

And slips across me like some delirious dream

As I respond with best guess touches of my own

When she kisses me her mouth is softy open

While she holds me down and under her stern need

And all I want is to see where this is going

Bright colors drift by and everything’s gone fuzzy

As we become the one

The one between us

I have to leave tomorrow

But I don’t want to tell her

There can only be tonight

Unless she would leave her life for mine

And she bears the touches the many touches

The touches that leave their mark

Such beauty such grace tainted only by her life

Touches scar stunt and shape what is best

Until it fades and dies with time and experience

She takes the night for her own and leaves me with the dawning

I can’t move to stop her as everything in me has drained away

She left me like the night falls slow then gone quickly

And I feel like something special’s happened

But I’m not sure how or why to find her

So I stay drinking in the lobby watching the door and waiting

Thinking we were to become the one

The one between us

I should have left today

But I don’t know how to tell her

There might only be tonight

Maybe she would leave her life for mine

But she bears the touches the many touches

The touches that leave their mark

Such beauty such grace tainted only by her life

Touches scar stunt and shape what is best

Until it fades and dies with time and experience

By Demens

I have signed away your soul and made you mine

As climbs the greedy moss upon the unexpecting tree

So stay and I will slowly take what you used to be

All of your joy — All of your happiness

I’ll extract all your dreams and memories as I steady grow

And encase them within my creeping quiet while you won’t even know

Nothing will I leave you

But for blank silence and shadow

Nothing to long for nor to move toward

While I make your body tingle constantly antic

As if the nerves only are alive

A buck scraping his antlers grunting in rut

A dog rubbing his nether across the carpet

Thoughtlessly frantic

Each touch will be your reason d’etre

And you’ll never sleep or even sit again

With declination you’ll forget to eat or wash or know until the end

As you wander blindfolded by me to the next sensation

Until you can no longer move

Your mind hidden from what surrounds you

Your body released on its own recognizance

To forage for touches and unimagined adventures

Neither aware nor remembered

This is the world I make for you

The horror that all is unrecognized

To be lost, displaced, and all is down

Then the wheelchair with you in the greasy gown

Finally fetal again clenched now a dumb dying child

Submerged within the last silence

Don Edwards lives and writes in Los Angeles.

The Golden Age of Menace

Something blocks me from knowing everything there is to know of another even of you, with whom I have spent some twenty-two hundred—
or two thousand, two hundred days, at home and abroad, searching for a skyline fit for bohemian ways and dreams that stretch beyond, slightly under and, on the bad days, adjacent to, if not directly so, the skylines we’ve known
all our lives, luckily spent in the same geographies and the same seasons
I don’t expect a reward
for this behavior but regularly find myself asking when
the recognition—
and by recognition, I don’t mean, again, reward but, rather, interaction, discourse, hearsay (well, maybe not the last one)
—will come
I don’t understand why perceived failures pass us by
as if we never had a say in them
as if we never recognized ourselves in the heat of the moment of
their passing as able to
take up the mantle, steer the ship of our lives as a place for choices choice may play a role, yes,
I don’t doubt that, but I definitely don’t doubt fate,
and yet, I’ve felt much closer to choice all my life, but who
says they’re in conflict with one another?
I wonder these things as I try to recall whether or not I blew out the candle in the
living room before heading to bed wouldn’t want to burn the house down but wouldn’t it burn regardless

with Fate at the wheel?
And wouldn’t it find its way around Choice if she decided
to make an appearance through me, through my actions as captain
of some vessel floating among a sea of passengers all equally
struggling with their own decisions?
I blow out a candle, and excessive current causes wires to overheat, leading to melted
insulation and sparks, resulting in
a full-blown electrical fire. Of course, these fires pose a major risk to you and your family, your family.
That’s right. You have a family.
The experiments in choice have led you to a family. A family
you’re dragging through this feeble century that feels
so poorly developed, like some Kaspar-Hauser child sans the mystery,
the intrigue of scandal which now lives out in the open air…
is it scandal—
is it corruption—
out in the open like that? For all to see?
Or was it always like this? Back in the days when you could try to beat The Turk in chess be seen as blessed as you
sauntered down the alley way to the place you know is just a vice…
“At least,” you say, “it’s not the worst one…” I cannot recall where I was going
I cannot remember my dreams
I hardly dream anymore and prefer it that way, anyway.
I’m not sitting around and waiting.
I’m taking action
toward a something better, a something good, in spite of the already good
to shed the skin of the disciple to hang it up to dry overnight for no apparent reason
to finish another’s sentences
against their will, apathetic to their wishes. It’s not a respect thing—I exude respect and admiration for the elites on their streets

paranoid beneath the bedsheets… It’s warranted, I suppose.
There’s not so much good in the world but there can be good in your world and this is why, perhaps, we are
better than God—higher than God because God created a world
not which is violent and unhinged
but one which is lackluster and mediocre and allows for oxygen to mingle with other things and form all variation of life that’s pretty good. But only that.
The birds scream, as Herzog says, and we mustn’t forget that.
Why does the dust settle?
Why do the ashes come and go so quickly? Phoenixes—Phoenices?—rising and falling from past lives prioritized
as a July evening grips you by your ankles in the Midwest heat and coming snow coming rain coming from the sky
the sun—Fortune’s number-one stronghold, a compass rose
depicting a red magnetic north among otherwise yellow directional arrows The Rite of Spring bears rotten fruit and it’s fine that we left it in the past, as a rose is a rose is a rose
no matter where is grows but how can we ensure our flowers go untouched
when the right to bear arms
is privileged over a drinkable well unblemished, not poisoned,
in tandem with dewdrops unspoiled by modern machines marching, consolidations, meeting in the middle of a middle hellbent on oblivion
on sending us to waste, abandoned, disgraced,
unlike everything we talk about loving as circumstances show a trend
toward the triumph of the will and of the fantasy of hierarchy
of that syrup dripping from your mouth that manipulates the masses
and turns them into assets for an empire in its sunset years, its autumn moon

it’s harvest time in these Balkans it’s Canterbury Tales without a point its people scream and shout, reckless abandon,
its creameries cremated for some clout by foragers, by those selling toys
and hocking things you’ve not seen
a respite from the manufactured sheen of supermarkets,
but all of this swallowed by the Culture Ministry, her new henchmen, and the stakeholders unnamed
I’d name them if I could
I’d name them if I knew their names
If they are reading this, I want them to know that I’d name them if I could
and think we always should but all this considered,
I don’t let my heart harden, and
I don’t let it go to waste, at the bottom of an apple barrel, going rotten, turning its back on the world,
in which, by the way, it certainly doesn’t want to participate, but I’m not the kind
to take up arms in a tinderbox, in The Golden Age of Menace, which doesn’t come from abroad
but from at home, in my own backyard, in my own chest,
and just as the seizures I’ve witnessed have woken me up to my own fragility, so the mirror in front of me
reinforces the primary illusion of all life


Two Streets

I’m standing at the corner intersection, I suppose, of two streets: one leading to Montreal, the other to
New Orleans, with a mountain in the middle, while the audience expects a few
magic tricks.

The problem is that I’m sick of magic, and tricks make me sick, but walking keeps me
going, keeps me showing up, stepping, one foot forward, another back
to a future I’ve already lived and a past which is only mysterious


But a Beast

Howling as the earth shakes
I pick a plum from the nearby tree and carry on singing
about something sweet but dead all those twentieth century ways of loving—and living
—that might just prove to be sinister in the eyes of Time


Why It’s Good to Go Out Walking

I go out walking and it doesn’t do much to
quell the craving, to bring anything new to the
dusty table, with its flies buzzing all around, but that’s exactly why it’s good to go out walking, to see that there’s nothing waiting, there’s nothing there, and when you return home, there is so much
there, so much more than you ever knew

Jake Triola is a writer, musician, and filmmaker from Erie, Pennsylvania currently living in Glasgow, Scotland. He studied cinema, photography, and comparative literature at Ithaca College, where he made the award-winning thesis film, Drawdown. He has since released nine albums and five EPs under the name “Kill Symbols.” His poetry has appeared in Hidden Peak Press, Spinozablue, and The Odd Review.

Dawn in the Forest: An Ode to Nature

The sun rises out of the belly of the earth
Like a giant orange over the mellow meadows
Birds singing their esoteric songs,
Honeysuckles bask in the morning dew
A doe rustling to life after a long sleep
Caterwauling creatures echo over hillsides
Below the canopy are vanguards of activity
Supple blow of the wind weaving in and out of the trees
Conglomeration of broods chirping in their nests
Cryptic mating calls abound
The forest miniature wilds
From aphids to beetles slugs to toads
All on a brownish tarnished tray in disarray on the forest floor
Centipedes skulk through soil caterpillars chomp though leaves
Beetles pelt in their holes trailing and gathering in a
Resilient resolve to cling to life in spite of natural strife
In the deciduous forest that scraps its skin in the fall
Nature calms like a mother
Spring awakens
Chipmunks come out of burrows
Baby katydids and tent caterpillars hatch
Queen bumble bees collect nectar from wild flowers
Azure butterflies greet the dawn
Luna moth squirms and scratches within its cocoon

Green tiger beetles with large eyes jumping spiders with sharp eyes
Pounce on prey!
Between the ferns at your feet and the tree over your head
Is the leafy understory
It’s the furrowed tree trunks weedy bushes brushing your shoulders
Old dead tree that lie on the floor expecting to be explored
Red spotted purple butterflies, ant lions and wood nymphs
Sunset descends as many animals become bed heads
Chipmunk heads to its burrow cicadas stop singing
Birds fly to their resting place
Bush katydid shed its skin in nocturne
All insects molt so they can grow
Winter is here…
Woods are lovely dark and deep says Mr. Frost
And its inhabitants have NO promises to keep
Icicles sparkle on bare branches
Downy white snow manteau the ground
Mysterious eyes carved obsidian in the moonlit dusk
The geese robins and monarch butterflies fly south
While the animals that stay germinate winter skin to stay warm
The air is pure and clean like a mountain stream
Now all bed heads head off to bed to sleep perchance to dream…

[Originally published in Litterateur Redefining World anthology and Fleury’s book: Chain Letter to America: The One Thing You Can Do to End Racism: A Collection of Essays, Fiction and Poetry Celebrating Multiculturalism] 

Jacques Fleury is a Boston Globe featured Haitian-American poet, educator, author of four books, and literary arts student at Harvard University online. His latest publication “You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self”  & other titles are available at all Boston Public Libraries, the University of Massachusetts Healey Library, the University of Wyoming, Askews and Holts Library Services in the United Kingdom, The Harvard Book Store, The Grolier Poetry Bookshop, Amazon etc…  He has been published in prestigious publications such as Wilderness House Literary Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, Litterateur Redefining World anthologies out of India, Poets Reading the News, the Cornell University Press anthology Class Lives: Stories from Our Economic Divide, Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene, among others…Visit him at: http://www.authorsden.com/jacquesfleury.

New Year, New Slate

It is easier to justify hurtful words

I can say I have been provoked by the cruel world

Or that I really needed to thrust the tongue’s sword

Still I cannot deny I have slashed a whip cord

How shall I connect a fallen leaf to its tree?

How shall I make a dead fish swim back to the sea?

How can I catch a caged bird that I have set free?

How can I mould whole a glass broken to three?

Whatever reason and situation might be

Whether it has not been done intentionally

Even if the offense done is not known to me

For hurting you I have to say I am sorry

The list of old year’s follies and mistakes to tear

Open heart to feel, eyes to see, and ears to hear

Awareness to make amends and set my path clear

A clean slate to celebrate the coming new year.

The King’s Star

A lone shining star in the sky

to guide three rich pious magi

they carry gifts for the king child

through different lands they travel

Of the lone star they do marvel

Centuries waiting for that star

Through times of peace and times of war

Their excitement are growing wild

Castles and king’s palace they searched

What they found their hearts greatly stretched

For the King lies in a manger

Their quest ended in amazement

Their quest ended in amazement

For the King lies in a manger.

Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa was born January 14, 1965, in Manila Philippines. She has worked as a retired Language Instructor, interpreter, caregiver, secretary, product promotion employee, and private therapeutic masseur. Her works have been published as poems and short story anthologies in several language translations for e-magazines, monthly magazines, and books; poems for cause anthologies in a Zimbabwean newspaper; a feature article in a Philippine newspaper; and had her works posted on different poetry web and blog sites. She has been writing poems since childhood but started on Facebook only in 2014. For her, Poetry is life and life is poetry.

Lilian Kunimasa considers herself a student/teacher with the duty to learn, inspire, guide, and motivate others to contribute to changing what is seen as normal into a better world than when she steps into it. She has always considered life as an endless journey, searching for new goals, and challenges and how she can in small ways make a difference in every path she takes. She sees humanity as one family where each one must support the other and considers poets as a voice for Truth in pursuit of Equality and proper Stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.

DON’T INTERRUPT

My tongue is trying mightily

to memorize your mouth.

Ny tongue is training hard

for your prestigious,

and demanding,

texts to come,

MY I

Moleculed into existence by hope’s heredity,

any I is a sum of its actions and its beliefs.

At first these were fostered by practice and authority,

and then in the youth they were constellationed by passion,

and then in a careful age constitutioned by reason.

This nowI lies striated by habit and destiny.

CHANGING HABITAT

That which is between us–

:is it a floor or a corridor?

:is a wall or an interval?

:is it concrete or a ghost?

The cityscape altered,

our promenades became barricades.

Every touch feels more like a cut.

Marathons may falter.

A dozen christenings, one thousand crypts.

All the tears we wept, the saints invoked, the promises broke.

The ends of beginnings.

FIRST NIGHT IN THAILAND

Giraffic

I lever through the sweat the noise the dirt the traffic

(knowing she smiles somewhere, all brown and gentle hills),

gnu-like

legs unsplay, crookback unscrews like new.

Under her softink waterfall her eyes a-beckon

somewhere, here, in Bangkok.

LEY LINE

Lids closed, fingers open:

With mind and palm along your body map

I’ll trace the truth of you,

Enlightenment needs no light,

This (any!) erotic journey

starts at the muscular center of fizzog expression:

I read your phrenology Braille,

the honest simplicity of your long high forehead.

My explorers find your wisdom,

mind’s eye between world’s myopia,

pause softly between your brows,

before plunging

down—

Forefinger sacrilegiously slaloms the Mimizuki,

j-curves under the septal cartilage,

lingers awhile (for your aromatic delight)

and balances across your fairy-tale philtrum

(the corridor chipped from your upper lip

by Night, the Angel of Conception,

that one, who offered a semen drop to god,

who chose a soul from Eden

to cradle in your mother’s womb,

–who’ll guide you to heaven when you’re done—

a nice bedtime story trades the nevers for the nows.

My whorls rest at Cupid’s Bow.

I nock my arrow for awhile

where tongues trade moistures, exchange heat for heat,

rituals of encouragement for the holy trek to come.

….

Refreshed, the phalangic pilgrimage resumes.

Tips skirt the lover’s chin well to keep from falling in,

then hook under the jaw’s overhang in freefall

hardly braked at all by the void deck

of Adam’s not-quite-absent apple

(the unswallowed remnant of your first man’s forbidden fruit?)

and advance down and down,

hesitating at the mammary gate

(moist by now with the seer’s perspiration)

but able to resist the curious alpining temptation

in the knowledge that the end is near,

the mountains can wait —

sometimes the summit is not the sum.

Down and down, quickly now,

no urge to contemplate the navel

if consecrating the bishopric is the goal.

The pope pops in to Cathedral’s portal,

enters stiff-necked, humbly exits.

The Tree of Life shakes from the roots.

….

All existence starts twice,

once with Mind, once with Life.

Landmarks come and landmarks go

but the path is marked by one straight line–

any perceptive fool can blindly find the way….

And yet the silk hegira road goes on

even farther, beyond the oasis spring

for those who wish to follow —

around the archaic curvature of Mother Earth,

that halves the buttocks’ apple

and turns the heart upside down,

and then up 33 stations of the spine,

–spine–the measure of stiffness in an arrow shaft,

–spine–the furniture that clasps the book together,

–spine–the hard stairway to the base of brain.

…

THE ROLE OF THE “GREEN ECONOMY” IN ENSURING SUSTAINABLE DEVELOPMENT

Mehrojova Maftuna Soli qizi

student of the Jizzakh branch National University of Uzbekistan named Mirzo Ulugbek

maftunamehrojova64@gmail.com

+998886431643

Abstract: This article analyzes the role and significance of the green economy in ensuring sustainable development. A green economy is an approach to sustainable development that combines natural resource conservation, environmental protection, and economic growth. The article focuses on the role of the green economy in ensuring economic growth, environmental sustainability, and social justice. The importance of a green economy in combating climate change through the transition to renewable energy sources, efficient resource management, and waste reduction will also be discussed. The article aims to explore practical ways to ensure sustainable and equitable development through a green economy.

Keywords: Sustainable development, green economy, environment, renewable energy, efficient resource management, climate change, economic growth, social justice, environmental sustainability, government policies, sustainable development goals, green jobs.

  INTRODUCTION

In society, ideas about the need to conserve natural resources for reaction and research purposes gradually led to the formation of scientific concepts based on environmental responsibility to future generations. The implementation of these ideas into practice should be addressed through ensuring sustainable development. Sustainable development is understood as development based on non-threatening the ability to meet the needs of future generations in order to fully meet the needs of the population. Sustainable development can be viewed as a process that develops through the synergistic effect, based on the interconnected development of the “social” – “economic” – “ecological” triad. An economic approach to sustainable development involves the rational use of limited resources. The social approach will be aimed at ensuring social stability and cultural diversity on a global scale. An ecological approach should serve to ensure the normal functioning of any ecological system.

MAIN BODY

At the beginning of the 21st century, the United Nations put forward 17 interconnected global goals as priority directions for human development. According to a study conducted by the Global Recovery Observatory of Oxford University, supported by the United Nations Environment Programme (UNEP), less than 20% of the total expenditure for recovery is allocated to environmental issues. On December 2, 2023, the President of the Republic of Uzbekistan adopted Resolution No. PP-436 “On measures to increase the effectiveness of reforms aimed at the transition of the Republic of Uzbekistan to a ‘green’ economy by 2030.” A program for the transition to a “green” economy and ensuring “green” growth in the Republic of Uzbekistan by 2030 has been approved. It is designed to achieve the following strategic goals:

• reduction of greenhouse gas emissions by 35% from the level in 2010;

• Increase the production capacity of renewable energy sources to 15 GW and increase their share to more than 30% of the total volume of electricity production;

• increasing energy efficiency in the industrial sector by at least 20%;

• reduce energy consumption per unit of GDP by 30%, including through expanding the use of renewable energy sources;

• significantly increase the efficiency of water use in all sectors of the economy, introduce water-saving irrigation technology on an area of up to 1 million hectares;

• Expand green areas in cities by more than 30% by planting 200 million saplings per year and increasing the total number of saplings to more than 1 billion;

• Increase the level of recycling of solid household waste by more than 65%, etc.

The Decree of the President of the Republic of Uzbekistan dated October 4, 2019, “On Approving the Strategy for the Transition of the Republic of Uzbekistan to a “Green” Economy for the Period 2019-2030,” is an important program for ensuring sustainable development based on the “green economy” in our country. Among the important tasks of the transition to a “green economy” are increasing the energy efficiency of the economy and the rational use of natural resources. These target indicators will be achieved through the modernization of technologies and the development of financial mechanisms. During the implementation of the strategy for the period up to 2030, specific greenhouse gas emissions per unit of gross domestic product will be reduced by ten percent from the level of 2010, and up to one hundred percent of the population and economic sectors will be provided with modern, affordable and reliable electricity. The production and use of environmentally friendly motor fuel and cars will be expanded, and electric transport will be developed.

International scientific activity in ensuring sustainable development was initiated by the UN. In 2000, the UN General Assembly adopted the Millennium Development Goals, and 2015 was designated as the year to calculate the achievement of the set goals. In 2012, the UN emphasized the need for the global community to set development goals after 2015 in order to achieve the UN Millennium Development Goals. Thus, at the Rio+20 Conference on Sustainable Development in 2012, the leaders of countries around the world agreed to develop the Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs).

The Sustainable Development Goals include economic, social, and environmental indicators that serve to create a prosperous lifestyle for every person. The agenda includes the implementation of these goals by all UN member states in 2015-2030. The Sustainable Development Goals Framework includes 17 global goals and 169 related tasks: 1) poverty eradication; 2) ending hunger; 3) health and well-being; 4) quality education; 5) Gender equality; 6) clean water and sanitation; 7) cheap and clean energy; 8) creation of decent jobs and economic growth; 9) industrialization, innovation, infrastructure; 10) Reducing inequality; 11) the creation of sustainable cities and comfortable living conditions; 12) responsible consumption and production; 13) combating climate change; 14) protection of marine ecosystems; 15) Conservation of terrestrial ecosystems; 16) peace, justice, and effective governance; 17) cooperation for sustainable development. Uzbekistan has set the task of nationalizing and implementing 16 of these goals. As there are no marine basins on the territory of the republic, the 14th goal (preservation of marine ecosystems) has not been nationalized by Uzbekistan. The problems of ensuring sustainable economic growth within the framework of sustainable development, strengthening an innovative approach to “clean technologies,” and forming a “green economy” are regularly discussed at international economic, environmental, and investment forums. Issues of implementing the “Green Economy” concept in practice form the basis of these discussions.

In the process of transitioning to a green economy, great importance is attached to waste management and recycling. Developing the concept of a circular economy will allow for expanding waste recycling, saving resources, and reducing the negative impact on the environment. Optimizing the process of waste processing and conversion into new materials through nanotechnology serves to increase environmental efficiency. The significance of these technologies lies in the possibility of changing the chemical composition of waste and creating new types of products from them. Another important direction of the green economy is the digitalization of agro-ecological systems. Effective water resource management, field monitoring, and optimal decision-making using artificial intelligence allow for the development of innovative solutions in agriculture. For example, by utilizing drone technologies and artificial intelligence algorithms, it is possible to use land more efficiently, conserve water, and increase agricultural production volumes. The implementation of these digital innovations creates opportunities for resource conservation and effective management.

In Uzbekistan, it is necessary to conduct biotechnological research in the production of recyclable materials, particularly bioplastics and biomaterials. This will help reduce waste and minimize negative environmental impact. Through biotechnologies, it is possible to process waste using insects and microorganisms and create new types of environmentally friendly materials. Scientific research in this field will accelerate the development of recyclable materials and make a significant contribution to environmental protection.

An addition, devices connected to the Internet can use IT and artificial intelligence to effectively manage renewable energy sources and monitor the state of the environment. These technologies enable real-time collection and analysis of environmental data, optimal resource allocation, and efficient consumption management. Data collected using the technical platform can be analyzed in real time and automated solutions can be proposed in the decision-making process. These innovative ideas will serve to accelerate the country’s transition to a “green” economy and create great opportunities for achieving economic stability.

LIST OF LITERATURE USED

1. A.V. Vakhabov, Sh.Kh. Khajibakiyev. “Green Economy.” Textbook – T. “Zebo print” Tashkent – 2021.

2. Brown L.R. Eco-Economy. Building an Economy for the Earth. Earth Policy

Institute. W.W. Norton & Company. New York, London, 2019

3. Resolution of the President of the Republic of Uzbekistan dated October 4, 2019 No. RP-4477 The Resolution of the Republic of Uzbekistan “On Approving the Strategy for Transitioning to a Green Economy for the Period 2019-2030.”

Christmas Day

He’s by himself

On Christmas Day

And thoughts

Of dying alone 

Seem less unpleasant

Than they have been

For years.

Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Takoma,” his sixth book, is due out on January 3.