light and bitter sunday lunchtime with my father in the cemetery wind striking stone beating conflict bearing down scratched on a head marking the days four poems prowl as i fly into deeds that bought me up for change to bring me into line to put me in these lines the imagery awakes and in this mist of time this son of york moves effortlessly ‘mongst the pines a slicing of anxiety that lies most pale in the moonlight witness the nervous prayer vistas that were there for us a very useful sunset once more cut adrift lover-to-be – begin sex and secularity show boats in the drink adolescent agitprop revisited a really low shuck scuttle across the backs of daunting zebras leap or they’ll come for you get down on the blanket then harsh noise too dark once i was a walking erection entitlement personified lewd passions break neck runaway class runaway signs sonic experiments ranging from riffs exclude ecstasy include instances you know she whispered you do know gentle then gentlemen we are subjects of the author of his latest and the world won’t end oh delighting one after all you will after all you’ve seen full-lotus on the mantelpiece a technique to be admired move on to more familiar hypnosis twist yourself into a tree incendiary personal collections consisting of salacious clips behaviour can be useful a fortune on the pools north carolina is drowning and she is a million years old in his pocket lies your breathing modern psychology fries wavemakers made off with my waking red brick telephone lines yes sir she does have two kidneys racists are usually thick the meat grinder has read your note but you are not excused a hundred-thousand potbellies can’t be wrong and personal chemistry can only take you so far this blend of surreal chicanery is remaining weaving opening pieces and having to make do so cease your fashionable scuttling i also find that quite contrived we held we necked as first rains hit the carriage we decoded the typology and oh what fun we had live streaming the event simplify and exemplify or you will be disturbed try to exercise begin to form softness sink into self-defence only partly consume yourself more profit for the shucksters out ways means way out sullen leaps from the parapet my stares have been changed and both are rather weary now coffee brews with queer desires following which and taking it on take what you want and get it to shore farewell yearning cobra cats that ridge their backs time to find the dreamlike frame mind abiding buttered cool blue-tiled pools and pixled fools furnish them with everything be unconscious mind i said call it out then mother-hen and this is what that feels like it creeps into you backwards with its bug eyes on your feet on a tight leash fold and unfold as the woodland comes to life in surroundings i wave she waving must run rice cake wars once factories made sure still jolly reader really bad got bored rather than wait the creature stirred who would have thought of virgin lands with ringing crystals so debauched who then is watching this unprecedented growth through a soft lens reach for a cigarette vodka this world has become a dark world murdering catamites behind a white picket fence what is on offer we bring you plate ransom note thought circuits bathed in flaming gravy simple weird moments in a deep bass slot fine dimly wondered march acoustics sirloin beef broils there bypassing breath this infernal whooping through my mucus has transformed the cold machinery of war break out the psalms and trance-like simul- ations before the god of winds caresses your last breath counting your sleeps in a sound-proofed chamber recycling waste for a jollier death my knees have turned against me and now they’re spreading so there’s little else left here for me to do oh damn your dreams fish don’t want air and many more besides a little bit of ghostly’s gone astray go check for mail and mow the lawn and throw your groceries in the bin this must we see it cannot be it flows through graduated forms a stasis tube containing light a play with something different new concerns providing stranger personal effects aesthetic coffins ripened love buds please dear uncle am i then the one am i a shade of energy pulsating in and out of love of time not out of hate of signs but talk of peace that mimics all the body’s core and fights what should have made a difference and yet appears in more and more degrading revelations force fed into my conscious mind it’s what is endlessly desired discover walks and roots in forestation that renew then take up huge amounts of time – the moments must so easily slip by be still and concentrate as best you can with myra hindley on your knee a flash of bottled radishes pressed uo against your spine that so inflames the rash that your humanity decries irrational darkening dream status a sinistere mouths and my glass eye rolls left arm draped in a short space stake gibbet and cross and repent base pernicious and degrading fire and sword from lip to ear crystallised into a creed prenatal memory cognition black fire town once there was a red hot poker now there’s only central heating shadow travellers offend a sort of rising for a few like-minded friends and what is left is postmarked quarantine daisy gristle welts green gnomes here lie and their chunks anastasia was disposed of lady chatterley's a broken tuba now her topical mouth is a gift shop but it’s closed whose contraption am i strapped upon the master-key is in their hands and i believe they watch my dreams through apertures extending into space Eddie Heaton studied innovative and experimental poetry under the tutelage of post-modern poet and educator Keith Jebb, achieving a first-class honours degree. He also won the 2021 Carcanet Award for Creative Writing. His work has been extensively published in a number of prestigious literary journals.
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Poetry from Mykyta Ryzhykh
*** red bones boiled in night porridge my grandmother coughed every time bypassing the cemetery which does not exist an inconspicuous shadow hangs on the wall of our high-rise building birds peck at this shadow from hunger crumbs of pigeon bread here stick to the asphalt every grocery store in our area is going bankrupt even the cats here don’t dare to leave a dead mouse without eating its flesh to the end glue for eyes and fingers in the form of world history falls on the eyelashes with crumbs of hunger https://thegorkogazette.com/2024/03/07/poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh/ *** the sky is so vain that the rain ends a stranger with the face of death gives a dead kitten dead kitten nibbles milky evening and its dark around after the airstrike https://thegorkogazette.com/2024/03/07/poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh/ *** moonless night sensors couple in love in blood and happiness pleasure of the flesh develops into a play of shadows the iron doors of the bedroom are bashfully silent light bulbs don’t light for some unknown reason only something inside the bellies warms the whole bedroom https://thegorkogazette.com/2024/03/07/poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh/ *** hungry children racing with pigeons run to the yard bread of tears and water of bodies – in that order little sons die each time trying to resurrect even snakes share their apples with the starving https://thegorkogazette.com/2024/03/07/poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh/ *** broom of glances forgive me for love I will never forbid you to die alone again https://thegorkogazette.com/2024/03/07/poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh/ *** I want to be a killer sleeping on crumpled grass I want to be buried in crumpled grass I want to kill I want to be Buried under the grass is a home for worms and insects The buried has no room for error I want to kill the war I want to be home https://thegravityofthething.com/untitled-poem-mykyta-ryzhykh-2/ *** The bush is devoid of all berries Autumn is now stripping off the leaves too The future is uncertain https://boatsagainstthecurrent.org/poetry/3-poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh *** By dying like the first time you teach me to feel sorry for you A cry torn off by the wind is carried away leaving a silent emptiness I don’t know how to feel sorry for you because you are indifferent to my regrets Death is just a surprise box that you finally gave me This is your first gift to me This is the last gift https://boatsagainstthecurrent.org/poetry/3-poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh *** I grab the tree but its branches don't care I'm walking through the cemetery looking for life I cry about the living because the dead are indifferent to everything I don't find anyone alive anywhere in this world Only photographs on graves speak to me of love https://boatsagainstthecurrent.org/poetry/3-poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh
Essay from Donoxon Ibodullayeva (needs to stay April 1)
“Social activism or exemplary education”
In the fast-pased world, it is completely wrong to think that the “Youth Union” and voluntary organizations consist of idleness and only taking the time of students. I think that every student should be socially active along with education, because sharing the knowledge and skills that they have with others, organizing various creative projects for their peers, and sharing news there is no bad side, on the contrary, it is very useful. But some teachers are against it, in their opinion, the knowledge of the student who joins the organization decreases and his grades fall. Unfortunately, through such wrong ideas, they are withdrawing students from social activity. After all, if they don’t share their knowledges with others, why are they studying, just to enter the university? Well, let’s say he or she is a student, if they do not have initiative, if they can not speak fluently, what kind of staff will they become?
We ambitious youngsters must conquer the highest peaks. Of course, in order to achieve these results, we need a clear structure.”Youth Union” organization helps us lay this solid foundation.
Every student who joins the organization develops a number of skills, such as working with a team, thinking deeply, and speaking fluently, and these skills will always be useful to the student in the future, regardless of what kind of work they will do. In addition, this organization provides us with unforgettable childhood memories, and always calls for activity and unity. Every student who steps into the leadership system can’t get out of it again, because a person who has found his place in a society does not want to leave the system at all.
The leaders of Uzbekistan are a big, united and inseparable family! Organizing projects and motivational training together with them gives me energy. Another pillar of leadership is that it teaches students to be positive, because a positive person can lead those around them to a brighter future. I can say without hesitation that the first step to leadership begins with “Youth Union”. I am proud to join this organization, and I encourage all my peers to join this system!
Let’s unite youngers and leave the past behind and move towards the future. Let’s try so that our name will take place in the pages of history!!!
Essay from Boqijonova Madinabonu
The truth.
A mother is a mother. She does not need another quality. (O’tkir Hashimov “World affairs”)
August 29, 2022…
The last days of summer. Hot days are over. One season was ready to give way to another season
Having graduated from school, achieved my dream, and been admitted to a higher educational institution, I fly in the seventh heaven, hoping that I will be a special person in the coming season, that is, I will be a student. I grew up in a simple village, among simple people. This event that I remember now is what I witnessed with my own eyes. The names in it have changed. Maybe people too. But it did not affect me. I know there are many stories, fairy tales, songs, poems about mothers. Among these, I would like to add the fate of a poor mother who I witnessed. I know that I am powerless to reprimand someone for something. However, through this story, I would like to remind you that we need to understand the truth more deeply.
ЭIt was August 29 … I was returning home after celebrating with my friends because of my admission. There are a lot of cars and people on the street. I could not understand what happened. A little while ago, when I was returning from a party, I fell into a different state after seeing this situation. I could hear the whispers of people passing by me on the street: “Yes, the poor man was ill for a long time, it was difficult for his son. Such words. I felt like I understood. Aunt Farida
… Aunt Farida is dead. Aunt Farida is our neighbor, she has one son and one daughter. Her children divorced her husband when they were small. I am also the richest person in the world. I don’t say that I am satisfied with life and my fate, I am living a very good life. Therefore, this cannot be expected even from a poor and helpless person. But my aunt Farida was really struggling to make a living. As soon as her daughter graduated from school, she worked from morning to night in order to help her mother.
It is not for nothing that they say that the role of the father in the upbringing of a boy is great. Farida’s aunt’s son may have lacked this upbringing. True, he also helped his family and his mother, but for some reason he did not act himself until he said that his mother was suffering and that he should act for the sake of the family. One day my mother was baking bread in the oven. I was always busy with tasks. Aunt Farida came to our place. While they were talking with my mother for a while, my mother went to the oven again, to my aunt Farida’s house. At that time, my mother said that she will stay with you today. It has been a year and a half since the wedding of my aunt Farida’s daughter Sevinch. He came out to say that his son is staying at our house because he is alone at home today for some reason.
That day remained with us. He could not sleep well at night because it was a strange house. Whether my brother or mother noticed it, I felt it very well. Sahar got up in the morning to pray the morning prayer. We all read. But he said that he will go home without having breakfast. The medicine he used to drink before breakfast was left at home. One day he went in without agreeing to do nothing. Aunt Farida’s house is almost not finished, even so, it took a lot of work to get to its current state. That is, my aunt Farida picked cotton and carrots in autumn. In the spring, he took out the cotton crop. So, in every season, seasonal jobs were found for him.
My mother said that they restored these houses with the help of my aunt Farida’s father, and then they did a lot of work themselves. Of course, his children were young at that time. In 2020, when the coronavirus spread all over the world, my aunt Farida became seriously ill. His daughter is married. His son was in Russia. He spent a lot of time in the hospital. He left the hospital, but the effect of his patients did not go away.
They were in the process of renovating their house beautifully to marry their son. It was summer. It was the end of summer. Aunt Farida was affected by that illness, difficult times of fate, the end of many misfortunes, literally speaking. Maybe there are many things that happened in the fate of this mother that I did not know. But the difficulty of the past tense of these simply written words, which I have listed, is actually great. What was the saddest thing… After the death of my aunt Farida, she sold her son’s houses, the house where she was born and grew up, where she spent her childhood, where her mother and grandfather worked hard, and married a woman in the city. He moved to the country. He did not stay in that house because of his mother’s respect. Sorry… It really hurt me. Because it was not just a house, but also a memory. One day my married sister came to our house. When they come, there will be a holiday in our house. When my sister was talking to my mother, I overheard: “I saw my aunt Farida in my dream last night. They were looking at me and saying: Iftar is being served in heaven, I am going there.”They were like happy people.
Mother’s love is real, not everyone understands it.
Boqijonova Madinabonu. Born in 2004 in Koshtepa district of Fergana region. Currently, he is a 1st-year student of the Faculty of Philology of Fergana State University, majoring in Russian language and literature.
Essay from Irodaxon Ziyoyeva
Organization of educational process using modern and traditional methods
Irodaxon Ziyoyeva Umidjon qizi is a student of the Denov Institute of Entrepreneurship and Pedagogy
Abstract: This article describes in detail the use of traditional and modern methods in organizing the educational process, their advantages, disadvantages and impact on the teaching process.
Key words: traditional methods, modern methods, educational institutions, electronic tools, visual tools.
When it comes to the use of methods in the teaching process, we witness the division of our society into three:
1. The first group favors these traditional teaching methods.
2. Representatives of this group promote modern teaching methods.
3. Those in the last group consider both methods to be useful and support them.
In turn, both of these methods have their own advantages and disadvantages. A solid education system is the main condition for the development of any nation. It is a well-known fact that the education system still relies on traditional methods and there is a need to blend the traditional teaching with modern teaching tools for an advanced education system. There is a difference in people’s opinion regarding the use of traditional teaching methods and modern teaching methods. Some people believe that traditional teaching methods are the best for imparting education while others agree that we should use modern teaching methods to impart quality education. However, it is necessary to maintain a balance between them. using traditional and modern teaching methods. Both traditional and modern teaching methods should be used simultaneously to improve learning.
Traditional teaching methods. Traditional teaching methods are used in educational institutions in most regions of our country. In the traditional teaching method, teachers describe the concept. The topic is written on the board and students write important notes from it. After the lecture, students review their notes and try to remember. The main goal of traditional education is to successfully pass the exam, that is, control tests during the assessment of acquired knowledge. The traditional teaching system has its own advantages and disadvantages.
Advantages of traditional teaching methods.
Traditional teaching methods used in educational institutions have many advantages and these advantages can also be selected as disadvantages of modern teaching. Traditional teaching methods are cheaper and more convenient than modern teaching methods. It can be afforded by all strata of the population. It is more suitable for schools in rural and remote mountainous areas. Some subjects, such as mathematics or chemistry, are best taught on the blackboard as there is. Chemistry requires specific skills and equipment. In such a situation, traditional methods of teaching in remote areas come in handy. There is more teacher-student interaction in traditional teaching than in modern teaching. Also, in traditional educational methods, discipline is strongly established in the classroom and does not require any special conditions or techniques from the teacher. In such an educational method, the teacher has to carry out the essence of the subject and the lesson by using his personal abilities alone without any aids.
Modern teaching methods
Since the last decade, the use of high-tech equipment in educational institutions has increased rapidly. Currently, there is a single and reliable educational program for taking attendance and daily grading of students. Use of computers or laptops with Wi-Fi connection in the classroom – This is an important tool in most modern teaching methods. The teacher shows the topic himself laptop/computer connected via Wi-Fi connection of students’ laptops/computers. Use of interactive whiteboards in class- Whiteboards are highly interactive and provide touch control of computer applications. A teacher or student can draw, write or manipulate pictures on the board, so it’s a very interactive and fun platform. The main advantage of whiteboards is that it can show everything that can be viewed on a computer. Other less popular modern teaching methods include the use of digital games in the classroom. Using special websites or blogs to teach in the classroom Using microphones for lecturing in class Each lesson has electronic whiteboards in the classroom, which the teacher can use to post videos and short assignments on the topic. This type of teaching is mostly found in higher education institutions because they have better infrastructure than schools. Studies have shown that using visual aids for teaching helps students to better understand the subject and provides a foundation for students to memorize the concept. With modern teaching methods, the teacher can cover more content in less time, saving time because they don’t have to waste time writing on the board. The videos and animations used in modern teaching methods look at the traditional methods. The integration of modern and traditional teaching methods is an effective teaching method. Until now, we have seen that modern and traditional teaching methods have their own advantages and disadvantages. We have studied, therefore, that the integration of our educational system will be useful when both methods are achieved in a suitable and correct combination.
Here the main question arises: how can we combine traditional and modern education? Let me explain this with the following points. Blackboards and projectors can be used in the classroom at the same time; when teaching complex mathematical equations, the teacher can use the blackboard in the theoretical lesson, subjects can be taught using slides on the projector. Basic subjects and applied subjects of engineering can also be taught best with the help of blending traditional and modern teaching methods. Explain only the theory on the board and it is better to use experiment videos or animations to better explain the process. In addition, there is another aspect where we can combine traditional and modern methods.b Teachers can first teach the subject through traditional methods and then take help from modern teaching methods to revise the subject because after revising the topic the new topic will be more understandable.
Poetry from Jacques Fleury
A hazy familiar abstraction....
Like a decoupage painting
Designed as a distraction
Like watching you dreaming...
Mesmerized by a wistful whiff of
Melancholy and underlying yearning
for the joy of a blossoming aliveness.
You, a relay of impressionist painter Claude Monet
All while in the deep end of steep sleep;
I was transfixed and transported in your succoring still,
Even if for a sparkly shine of a firefly
Nestled in the arms of the numbing night,
Like the brevity of life itself...beautifully rendered
Even if only in your dream state;
Until daylight swallows the night
And dreams come AWAKE!
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, 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 Muddy River Poetry Review, the Cornell University Press anthology Class Lives: Stories from Our Economic Divide, Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene among others…Visit him here.
Photography from Tammy Higgins
Tammy Higgins was published in ‘Amulet’, ‘Atlantic Pacific Press ‘Conceit’ ‘Iconoclast’ ‘The International Library of Poetry and Photography’, ‘Noble House’ ‘Out in the Mountains ‘Ultimate Writer ‘Samhain Secrets of Irish Horse Anthologies’ ‘2019 Best New Emerging Poets of New Hampshire, ‘Trajectory’ and won a contest sponsored by ‘The Oak’ magazine, ‘Barbaric Yawp’. Was included in the US/THEM Wolfsinger Productions ‘Second Wind’, ‘Dear Loneliness Project linktr.ee/dear loneliness, the longest letter to fight loneliness, 290 meters, three football fields or almost 1,000 sheets of A4 paper. Also had three photos in The Connected World 2020 Los Angeles Center of Photography & photo Submission in ‘Urban & Health 360, Art Impact International, The Porta Potte.’ Also a photo was published in Typehouse, Carolina Muse and Anti-Heroin Chic.
Tammy Higgins is 57 years old and was born and raised in Northern New York and lives in Southern New Hampshire. She has MS, Diabetes Type 2, and fibro, loves the outdoors, wildlife, writing, photography, dining out, nature and gardening, gaming online, slow cookers, and learning to play my Washburn electric guitar. She listens to heavy metal and loves cats and weed.