Labyrinth

Living in a labyrinth of cages

Of envy, control, fear, greed and rages

Shackled guilt from birth through timeline ages

A never ending hopeless war wages

Silver bracelets round wrists invincible

Yet tight they hold on though invisible

Simple dreams and thoughts unattainable

Self needs and desires unobtainable

Imprisoned in cages against one’s will

No power for an escape to fulfill

Yet in one’s mind a haven came to fill

Untouchable by any hands on till

A free mind no one can ever control

Always free though the flesh may take its toll

Touch the body but spirit has it all

Illusions may be yet soul’s safety wall

Touch me not, better to leave me alone

Be blind and deaf to my tears and my moan

Whisper not of your insincere atone

Numb and wearied of the labyrinth’s tone.

Sweet Little Lily

You are an angel from above

Slipped into my life like a glove

Wings soared gently as silent dove

Heart open for wisdom and love

Come into my world, let sun shine

Lift up my soul, all will be fine

Heal my heart so peace shall be mine

And guide my mind back on the line

Little Lily, my guiding star

Don’t let my pains push you afar

Don’t be scared of my throbbing scar

Sing with my magical guitar

Little Lily, let your love flow

Let hope and dreams in all hearts glow

Little Lily, give us a smile

Compassions ignite for a while

Baby, let me hold on to you

Hug me tightly inside your wings

Baby, let me stay long with you

Hug me tightly inside your wings

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.

ADVANTAGES OF USING MODERN SMART TECHNOLOGIES IN COMPUTER LESSONS

Khotamov Eldorbek Orifjonovich

Shakhrikhan Agro-Industrial Technical College under Andijan State University

Deputy Director of Industrial Education

ANNOTATION

Due to the increasing role of information technologies in the life of society in Uzbekistan, rapid informatization and computerization of the education sector is being observed. Advanced systems and innovative technologies aimed at raising the quality of education to a new level are being actively introduced. This scientific article provides information on the advantages of smart technologies.

Key words: interactive board, optimization, graphic, smart – education, electronic education, smart electronic education, information society.

  INTRODUCTION

Due to the increasing role of information technologies in the life of society in Uzbekistan, rapid informatization and computerization of the education sector is being observed. Advanced systems and innovative technologies aimed at raising the quality of education to a new level are being actively introduced.

The Smart Education social project, created in cooperation with the Center for Vocational Education, is the newest system for assessing the level of mastery for educational institutions. Created for teachers and administrators, this tool is an innovative development aimed at simplifying daily paperwork. The system allows to increase the transparency of the educational process by automating the educational process and related document circulation, informing parents. Today, more than 400 colleges and lyceums are connected to the Smart Education system throughout Uzbekistan in test mode.

According to the results of the 2016-2017 academic year, the first place in the rating of colleges and lyceums actively implementing the Smart Education system in the educational process was taken by the Chirchik Academic Lyceum under the Tashkent Institute of Chemical Technology.

The head of the Lyceum of the Smart Education project, K.A. Roziyev and computer science teacher B.A. Akhmedov for his active cooperation and demonstrated organizational initiative.

Sehriyo School, 5th Academic Lyceum under Tashkent State Technical University, Republican Olympic Reserve College, Zangiota Academic Lyceum are actively participating in the implementation and development of the Smart Education system.

METHODOLOGY

Smart education implies a large number of sources, the maximum variety of multimedia (audio, video, graphics), the ability to quickly and easily adapt to the demands and needs of the audience [2]. This is a completely new educational environment in which educational activities are carried out on the Internet based on common standards, technologies and agreements between a network of educational institutions, and common content is used. A distinctive feature of this type of education is the convenience for all sections of the population, regardless of the place of residence and financial situation, that is, the opportunity to receive education “everywhere” [3].

According to Z. K. Bekturova, N. N. Vagapova, a number of important factors are necessary to create a smart educational environment. They include: learning through innovative methods using new knowledge and technologies; convergence of technologies, optimization of educational conditions; includes such things as automatic adaptation to individual learning goals, existing knowledge and skills, and social environment [3].

A smart environment for students is an individual educational environment for each student, practical orientation, independence in the development of knowledge, skills and abilities – all factors that allow successful adaptation to the social environment; smart, interdisciplinary, student-oriented educational systems of continuous education (school, university, corporate training); customized training programs, portfolio; collaborative learning technologies; automation of a large number of routine functions; can be expressed by involving practitioners in the educational process

ANALYSIS AND RESULTS

With the emergence of the concept of “smart” concepts such as smart/interactive-board (writing board), smart-screens, and access to the Internet from anywhere have entered the education system. Each of these concepts allows us to restructure the process of information content development, delivery, and implementation [4].

It is impossible to implement the concept of smart education without the accumulated experience of electronic education (e-learning). At the core of the smart-education process are the achievements of information technologies, electronic and distance education, valuable experiences gained over the years. The main task of smart-education technologies is to create conditions for students and teachers to achieve new efficiency in the educational process. Application of this type of educational technology requires a comprehensive approach. The development of the concept of smart education is the development of a new technological paradigm in the world.

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Writers on Writers

Dorothy Parker on the Algonquin Round Table
(1919-1929)

You can lead a horticulture
but you can’t make her think.

So quick with the wit
I wrote little poems
satirizing rich matrons
their banalities, bigotries
and Vogue published me
and hired me
editorial assistant
then staff writer
at Vanity Fair
a magazine
of no opinions
while I
had plenty.

I was a tough critic
a real New York wag
like one of the boys
at the big round table
at the Algonquin Hotel
in the speakeasy days
cracking lines about booze
and dries who didn’t drink
from our flasks we jousted
with our pointed repartee
our competition cutthroat.

Brevity is the soul of lingerie.

The word got around
about the wonks at the Gonk
in the Rose Room for hours
our antics soon fodder
for newspaper columnists
in our little group that grew
and grew larger
sometimes fifteen,
sixteen hangers-on
all woozy afternoon.

We dubbed ourselves
the Vicious Circle
during the terrible days
of wisecracks, cuts
deeper, more bloody
we went for the jugular
for public attention
however we could grab it
Tallulah, Harpo Marx
New York Times writers
New Yorker founders
cynics, comics, all of us
sophisticated, cruel.

Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses

I lived on the second floor
came down to join in
raising hell every day
nothing else mattered
but jazz clubs and brothels
Haig & Haig and bathtub
gin under the table
pharmacies floating
on a sea of booze.

A hangover is
the wrath of grapes.

Lured away we fled west
stampeding the studios
to work on the talkies
the roaring twenties dying
with a whimper, not a bang.

Carson McCullers

I was born a man

Lula Carson Smith
in the silent crazy jungle
floral lush greenery
a middle class family
jeweler father slouchy
devoted mother, siblings
in a textile town with mills
a base, soldiers, Jim Crow
suffering, loneliness, poverty.

Repairing watches and clocks
popular in the Depression
Father bought us a house
camellias, tall holly
outside the window where
I practiced piano
music the foundation
until I abandoned it
turned to the typewriter
stories the new medium
of self-expression, art.

I was born a man

so changed my name
to match my real self
a lanky colt with
a Peter Pan quality
wild ideas and energy
until illness hit
when I was 15
and again, and again
the trickery and terror of time

as I later learned
rheumatic heart disease
damaged my poor heart.

Elizabeth Bishop on Her “Friends”

My life was one
of words and whiskey
deep contemplation
keen observation
of nature, people
farmers and factory workers
fishermen, fish, the Amazon
jungle, the beach
lovers, birds, moose
all around me life—
difficult, full of joy.

I was born to wealth
New England bluenose
world of privilege

until my father died
I was 8 months old
my mother unraveling
chronic psychosis, unfit
left me with her parents
in a Nova Scotia village
where I grew up happy
running around barefoot
taking the cow to pasture
past gabled wood houses
low hills, tall elms, leaning
willows and kind villagers
we all sang hymns
at the church picnics

until my father’s parents
horrified by my wildness
took me back to Mass
to their cold city manse
where Uncle Jack teased
where I coughed and coughed
until they sent me
to breathe ocean air
with dear Aunt Maud
and I read and read
in my little sickbed
and I fell in love
with the Victorian poets.

Maud’s husband a sadist
abused us, hit, groped
at an early age
I learned about men
who would hurt you
if you let them—
after that
I never did.

I played the piano
swam and sailed
in the long summers
I visited Nova Scotia
until boarding school
Vassar and a life
of whiskey and words

and women lovers
I always called “friends.”

Elizabeth Bishop on Her Thirst

I was a baby in a crib
on the bay at Marblehead Neck
when the Great Salem Fire
brought in the boats
frightened survivors
a red sky, intense heat.

Awake, alone, afraid
I cried out for mother
thirsty and scared
but she did not come
I could see out the window
she stood in the front yard
white dress rosy from fire
billowing in the heat
serving coffee and food
to thousands left homeless
one thousand were dead.

Alone, awake, afraid
all night I called out
thirsty and scared
but nobody came.

I grew up without her
drinking and drinking
whiskey straight to oblivion
for the rest of my life
I drank and I drank
it was never enough
still thirsty, afraid
and alone.

The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats

Critically examine close reading of W.B. Yeats’s postmodern poetry The Second Coming.

(Black and white image of an older white man seated at a table with books)

Twentieth-century heroically humanist W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming is a symbolic incarnation” of the imagination of resurrection allegorically satirizing the pathogenic cycle of the historical First World War nationalistic spirit of the Irish independence movement and coterminous flu pandemic enmeshed within Christian imageries.

The Messianic Saviour of humanity’s salvation, Jesus Christ, although redeems as a prolific resurrectionist transfiguration of crucified atonement within Biblical tradition, nonetheless, which Yeats majestically inverts as mental apparitions of the eschatological apocalypse. This is starkly evident in the poetic lines by the allegorical personification of the beast’s rebirth in the dismal gloom of dystopian anarchic Jerusalem “And what rough beat, its hour come round at last, / Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?” Yeats’s envisioning of poetic voice and pictorial shroud heralds dramatic, visionary, aesthetic, elegiac, lyric and philosophic language in accord to macabre of ending the ceremony of innocence, the end of Christian dispensation and the desecration of the divine destination heritage site of Bethlehem. 

Lion’s body and humans’ head Urizenic mythical beast is that ultimate sinisterish gothicism of “That twenty years of stony sleep/ Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,” as foreshadowed by revival of the sphinx’s second coming. Furthermore, the penchant of this demoniac spirited cherubim reincarnation illustrates the failure of the French Revolution and the failure of Jesus Christ’s sacrifice. The moral satire of the aristocratic elitist upper class sophistication with fascism implicates the death of spiritualism despite the advent of Christ’s resurrection in view of the redemptive quest for salvation.  

“Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world./ The blood dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere/ The ceremony of innocence is drowned.”  After all the heroic return of Jesus’s reincarnation of the resurrectionist spirit is replaced by the poet laureate with the advent of a grotesque beast, the Egyptian Sphinx. And this gossamery of the Christian revelation has drowned the ceremony of innocence by a bloody trench war over a community of civilization. Modernity has divided into the world with the sunken titanic and widespread disenchantment, violence and extremism, bloodshed of massacred lives have been mystically visualized by The Second Coming.

The quagmire of Second Coming is an apocalypse collapse of civilization into anarchy furthermore is heralded by the verbosity of “That twenty centuries of stony sleep /Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,” enmeshed by devastation of things falling apart and the center cannot hold. Twenty centuries had elapsed since the crucifixion and promised return of Jesus Christ. However, the sphinxlike creature in its stony sleep has been poised in the desert, awaiting the time when it will be unleashed upon the earth. 

The Beast of Apocalypse is a slough of despond for these derailed and directionless everyman Christians personified falcons from their Christ figure in the personified abstraction of the Falconer. Thus the massacre of innocents by Herod and possibly the ceremony of baptism is evoked by the drowning of innocent provincial lives with the sea of a blood bath by the surreal demonic Anti Christ. Falcon is a manifestation of symbolic allegorical colonial Ireland harbouring the Irish nationalist rebels, reactionaries and revolutionaries as implied by the worst full of conviction.

On the contrary Falconer is a manifestation of symbolic allegorical British Isles and Britannic kingdom whilst their productivity and efficacy diminishes as implied in the poetic diction the best lack all conviction. Furthermore The Great World War I, The Russian Revolution, Ester Rising 1916 underscore the politico socioeconomic allegorical inferences permeated throughout the poem.   

Further Reading

Kremen. R Kathryn, Yeats’s Secularization of Christian Events pp. 272-74, The Imagination of the Resurrection: The Continuity of Religious Motif in Donne, Blake and Yeats

Kremen. R Kathryn, Yeats’s Subjectification of Religious Language: Three Poetic Examples, pp. 281, 283, The Imagination of the Resurrection: The Continuity of Religious Motif in Donne, Blake and Yeats

Tabor College Library Hillsboro Kansas, Internet Archive, Yeats Harold Bloom, Michael Robartes and the Dancer, The Second Coming, pp. 317-325

Selected Poems W.B. Yeats, York Notes Advanced, A Norman Jeffares, pp. 43-44

Happiness

Happiness is not a destination, but a journey.

In every moment, even in the smallest things,

there lies a reason to smile.

Life is a beauty revealed

when we stop chasing perfection

and start appreciating the present.

Let every new day remind you

that you are the creator of your own happiness.

Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia. She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci’s statement “Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard” is circulating through the blood. That’s why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them. As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube. Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers. She is the recipient of many international awards. “Trees of Desire” is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems “Moon Circle”. She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists “Mountain Views” in Montenegro, and she also is a member of the Poetry club “Area Felix” in Serbia.

All I have in this world
The only one is my masterpiece,
My pride in life,
This is my heavenly mother.
Always my support 
My support at every step
My love, my love 
My country is my father 
A light on my way 
My mood at night,
He thinks of us every moment,
This is my father and mother.