A television (TV) or mirror is an electronic device that receives television signals and converts them into images and sounds.
    Braun HF 1 TV, released in Germany in 1959.

Television (tele… and Latin viso – I look) is a radio-electronic device designed to receive, amplify and convert electrical signals (telesignals) of television broadcasts transmitted from a television studio into images and sounds. There are colored and plain, stationary and portable types.

The electrical signals distributed from the television center are caught by the receiving antenna and transmitted to the television through the cable. In this case, the vibrations are amplified, separated into image and sound signals, and then transmitted to the kinescope and radio speaker. A television raster is created on the kinescope screen by means of generators (line spreading and frame spreading generators). On a white TV, picture signals appear as black and light elements.

Depending on the number of programs that can be received, televisions have one, three, five, twelve, thirty-one and other channels. Television channels operating in the meter wave range are used for reception. To receive programs in the decimeter range, a separate device – a converter – is placed on televisions. It receives a decimeter signal and adapts its frequency to the frequency of the first, second or other television channel.

The structure of televisions is standardized. Their simplified scheme consists of a channel switching unit, video and audio channels, synchronization channels, a spreading unit and a power supply unit. TV studios broadcast several programs at the same time. To see what they need, a tuning block is used on the TV. This unit is connected to a high frequency amplifier. Since video and sound signals are transmitted at different frequencies, after amplification of these signals, high-frequency vibrations are separated and go on different independent channels. Sound signal vibrations fall on the sound block. In the image unit, the detector extracts image signals from high-frequency vibrations.

The structure of color televisions is more complex, they differ from standard televisions with a color channel block and a color kinescope. The color television system will have 3 channels. The monochrome constituents red (Q), blue (K) and cyan (3) are mixed in a color mixer and then passed to the transmitter modulator. The vibrations are again divided into 3 frequency channels (Q, K and 3) in the receiver and passed to the color kinescope.

According to quality parameters, screen size and ease of use, televisions are divided into 4 classes: I – III class – stationary TVs, IV class – portable (portable) TVs. Usually, the TV is made of separate structural blocks, widely used printed assembly. Semiconductor devices, integrated boards, and transistors are mainly used in televisions. Televisions with flat screens and electroluminescent, very large and small screens have been created.

Brian Michael Barbeito is a Canadian writer and photographer. Recent work appears at The Notre Dame Review. 

Spirit of a Place, Spirit of a Thing (Artist Statement)

In an off handed remark during an interview, U.G. Krishnamurti, called by some an anti-guru, and by himself, ‘Something like a philosopher,’ said that he once thought he could sense the spirit of a place. But then he brushed it off through words and body language. It didn’t fit in with his philosophy and message. But I resonated with his statement anyhow, because I had always felt that I could feel the spirit of a place and also a thing. Old town, lake still and wide. City street, carnival game vendor and prizes. Bee. Spider. Flower. Vine. Ridge. Summit. Stone. Petal. Stream. Sun. Cloud. Bird and dusk, horizon and dawn. Lock, denoting love, affixed to lonesome bridge alone in the rain. Artifacts. Areas. Some saturnine and some sanguine. Hundreds of places and things, their spirit, against reason and logic, somehow speaking out, not with language of course, but calling out nevertheless. Semantics and nomenclature could argue what spirit means. Is it the atmosphere, the daemon, the angel, the area, the vibration, the feeling? Is it physical, metaphysical, true and there, or purely imaginary and projected? Difficult to know conclusively. But there is something I think in all that mise- en-scene, and so on the rural footpaths and metropolitan worlds also, I try and photograph it and also write about it, this spirit of a place and spirit of a thing.

1:00 AM Light


I Lie.

Restless in bed.

Each time I feel my eyes droop, 

I am compelled

to watch the golden light beside my bed

fade away

each time I bundle up in blankets

only to realize the perfect seal

keeping the solitary 1am light

at bay is gone.

I fiddle with the strings

on my blinds

trying to replicate

the blinding comfort my bedside sun in a jar

had produced.

pushing the fidgeting engine beneath my skin

towards a moment to lie down

I whisper to myself to ignore

the ice plunging deep into my pupils

yet the pressure of the night

creates cracks in the walls

lines sewn across imperfect darkness.

suffocating in it

my night

I understand what it must be like

to be in a car crash

for time to expand

like the pupil of my eye

and yet I lay lonely.

Trees

In nature's grand tapestry, they stand tall,
Silent guardians, ancient and wise, one and all.
Their branches reach out, like arms embracing the sky,
Unfolding a spectacle that catches the eye.

Trees, oh trees, with your leaves so green,
Pouring tranquility into every scene.
Whispering secrets in the gentle breeze,
A melody of life that puts the heart at ease.

From mighty oaks to graceful willows we see,
A myriad of forms, each with its own decree.
Birch, maple, and pine, a diverse display,
Painting landscapes with hues in every way.

In spring, you shower us with blossoms fair,
A delicate burst of colors beyond compare.
In summer, your shade offers sweet relief,
A respite from the sun, a much-needed rep

Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

When you read this,
I will be no more than a memory,
a whisper in the wind,
an abstract perspective
held in the palm of your hand.

I am nothing
but what you make of me,
an image born
from neuron synapses:
brain birthed from brain, 
mind melded with mine.
I shed individuality
in the arms that caress
my words, thoughts, prayers.

When you read this,
I will be gone;
In your eyes, I begin anew,
an idea anchored by
ink and page.

*

my soul is with the devil in a collage
my soul is in the devil's college
my soul is on loan from angels
my loan is life
 

***

god came from a hyperlink

click me

erase me

cleanse me

cut me

take my insides out

I am Gods chitin

I am the stone of God

 

***

paper guards

life page borders

who keeps every comma 

of the tree before this tree is 

turned into a blueprint 

and filled with inkblots?

a cut of a gnawed pencil that burns like a torch in the night

 

***

little white monkeys 

even they will one day 

become corpses

the rain is falling on us all

long live the rain for all

 

***

forest silence jewelry

drops of tears on the leaves

what autumn sadness is silent about

 

***

heart pattern

myopia feelings

heart throwback

butterfly feet bird hands

we were born under a common sky

 

***

this boy is quiet as an angel

this boy is as quiet as the devil

 

the chitin of memories is buried in the meat grinder of touch

we leave life like non-existent stones on the banks

tide of wave on the chest

blood rushed to the veins of сhrist



***

little boy hanging on the branches of a tree

he hangs attached by eyelashes to the firmament

his eyelids are marked by welding

his heart is in my hands

my hands are buried in the ground on which there is no foundation




***

the teacher tells the children

look this is our planet earth here we all live

and this is our homeland for it we die



***

hedgehogs turned 

into 

ashtrays for the Lord 

after artillery



***

stone eye of death

infinity envelope

unconsciousness of life

- Dante wrote about something else



***

the scale of hatred overflows glasses with champagne

happy new year in the hell of a summer evening



***

said done the moon fell and rolled into the river

now no one else will see naked people clinging to pistols at night


trees grow

bloom flowers

dogs mate

the moon has fallen


the moon crashed like air on a saucer

and now there is hardly any difference between you and me


between you and me in the dark do not notice the difference

did you really need to drown the moon to understand this


In the dark

no one will see our love

In the dark

no one will believe in our love


moonlight

no one saw our love

moonlight

no one believed in our love


why did you drown the moon in the river

why did you bring me to the river now?






***


The noise that doesn't exist

Nobody came this time

As always


We have no choice but to let our shadows out into the street so that they knock on our door.


Knocking on the door sounds full of desperation

It is clear that no one is there

Obviously no one will come


***

Do you remember you and I were lying around like the skins of peeled holiday fruits, but it doesn’t matter

It doesn't matter that the fake cotton wool of my destructive methods of existence has long been drowned in you

It doesn't matter that your golden maple crown has succumbed to the erosion of metal and has long sprouted in me

You and I are one common outsider's view of two identical things that are trying their best to be alike.

You and I have long been ordered and sold out

Two completely different books by the same author


***

Roses turn pink

Glasses turn pink

Life turns pink


the blood is still red

The Widow

Many months, she mourns
Many weeks, she's weak
Many days, she's depressed 
Many hours, she unhappy
Many times, widows couldn't meet their financial needs
Managing the home, becomes hectic
She feels shy, whenever children ask
A homemaker can't make the home joyful again 
When money is lacking, a human can misdo
Tears tear off a human's joy
Such is the plight of a widow
Many failed promises, worsen the situations
Many widows have no means of survival
Be of help to them