Essay from Maxliyo Alijonova

Ashurali Legacy Academy – A solid step towards the future

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The Academy is named after the late Ashurali Alijonov. This name was chosen not only to honor the memory of the man, but also as a symbol of passing on knowledge, education, and noble values ​​to future generations.

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Poetry from Fhen M.

Priamo della Quercia’s Circle of the Falsifiers 

The figures are all nude;

their pale, gaunt bodies

with prominent bones and stretched skin

reflect the decay of their spirits.

A lie is a virulent disease:

To falsely claim madness,

or to lie that one is gay,

becomes a contagion of deceit.

The falsehood unfurls,

infecting every soul it touches.

There they lie, stark and stripped,

depicted in the distinctive style

of medieval art.

The deceit of Donny Sabogao, Anameda, 

and their allies slowly spreads,

a sickening sickness

that stalks and swallows

the very souls who spawned it.

About the poet 

Fhen M. is a multi-awarded Waray poet. He placed 2nd in the 1st Chito Roño Literary Awards for Waray poetry, and has multiple daily wins in the DYVL Siday Contest, a radio-based poetry competition. His work has appeared in Horseshoe Spring 2024 [“Bamboo House”] and Horseshoe Fall 2025 [“Homing”], with “Shadow Puppet” accepted by Straylight Literary Magazine. “Bookcase in the House of My Ancestors” and “Spending the Night on Planet Mars” are featured in Well Read Magazine: Best of 2024, Vol. 1.

Poetry from Dessy Tsvetkova

Аrms outstretched,

she with the branches merged,

and two avligs alighted, weaving their song with the wind.

And the sun caresses her roots,

as the rainbow shines

her leaf hair grew…

And God’s seeds were sown in the earth…

Woman

In every yard

it has sprouted

the tree of life

and the roots draw vitality from the chernozem of the universe…

And every branch

touches

ethnic strings,

and in the leaf

sometimes inserted

caterpillars and worms,

in hidden scenes…

Caterpillars may be butterflies,

to fly one day with one’s dreams.

But the worms rot the emerald,

doubts and pain harbored…

The tree of life is multifaceted

like the Great Wall of China.

The destinies of each race are intertwined,

The tree is actually a Woman.

Moods and policies change,

The tree is forever bearing seed.

The shoots of God in the eyes are looked around.

The tree is forever.

And if in my race the Tree of Life should die,

it doesn’t mean darkness…

We have woven our most precious seed, we have reinvented

and yourself in the closest units…

And we become one Tree in the forest,

illuminated by heavenly light.

This is the meaning of the circle.

The Tree of Life is a Woman.

>——– 

A woman

Аrms outstretched,

she with the branches merged,

and two avligs alighted, weaving their song with the wind.

And the sun caresses her roots,

as the rainbow shines

her leaf hair grew…

And God’s seeds were sown in the earth…

Woman

In every yard

it has sprouted

the tree of life

and the roots draw vitality from the chernozem of the universe…

And every branch 

touches 

ethnic strings, 

and in the leaf

sometimes inserted

caterpillars and worms, 

in hidden scenes…

Caterpillars may be butterflies,

to fly one day with one’s dreams.

But the worms rot the emerald,

doubts and pain harbored…

The tree of life is multifaceted

like the Great Wall of China.

The destinies of each race are intertwined,

The tree is actually a Woman.

Moods and policies change,

The tree is forever bearing seed.

The shoots of God in the eyes are looked around.

The tree is forever.

And if in my race the Tree of Life should die,

it doesn’t mean darkness…

We have woven our most precious seed, we have reinvented

and yourself in the closest units…

And we become one Tree in the forest,

illuminated by heavenly light.

This is the meaning of the circle.

The Tree of Life is a Woman.

Dessy Tsvetkova

Poetry from Ananya Guha

Dancing Peacocks

Dancing peacocks

colour in disarray

disheveled feathers

stare at the eye

I want to venture

into this electrifying dance

and it’s rapturous languor

won’t you tell me the secret

of this earthly dance 

your ruffled feathers?

dancing peacocks 

I want to fade into oblivion 

like your dance 

and the way you enliven

the music in and around

dancing peacocks

dance the way you want

I can’t build skyscrapers around you

only your body shall tell

how you dance in languorous ways

to

kill 

my 

stupefaction

And in these hills the peacocks dance

And in these hills the peacocks prance

All in the midst of oblivion

The peacocks the peacocks 

Cover mists in my eyes

Ananya S Guha

Poetry from Mahesh Paudyal

Memories

by Mahesh Paudyal

I never knew

Memories could be so torturous!

They come

Ripping through the curtains of cold, desolate nights

Squeeze in, right up to the heart

Shake me up time and again

Show a ghastly carmagnole of wounds

And still say,

“The night is yet to pass.”

Paudyal is a Nepali poet who writes in Nepali and English. Sunya Praharko Sakshi and Notes of Silent Times are his published works of poetry. He teaches at the Central Department of English, Tribhuvan University. He is also a noted critic and translator.

Essay from Alex Johnson

When I reached out to Sacks & Co., the publicity firm representing Philip Glass, I expected a simple professional interaction—either an interview or a polite decline. What arrived instead was a message from Krista Williams whose phrasing carried the unmistakable signature of a Glassian motif: a short, categorical phrase repeated with such structural finality that it resembled a musical cell rather than a piece of administrative communication. The refusal was not framed as temporal or conditional. It was delivered as a pure statement of closure, a cadence without resolution, a door shut with the kind of procedural certainty Glass often assigns to his arpeggiated figures.

“Mr. Glass is not doing interviews.” Period. No caveat. No wiggle-room.

As someone who has spent decades in Glass’s broader ecosystem—through long‑standing Vedanta Society involvement, through writing shaped by the avant‑garde lineage he helped define, through editorial and publishing work that often intersects with minimalist aesthetics—I recognized the pattern immediately. The initial refusal wasn’t simply a refusal; it was a phrase. It had contour. It had rhythmic insistence. It had the timbre of a line repeated until its meaning becomes structural rather than semantic. She had both gatekept me out of interviewing him as well as indicated in clear, unmistakable terms that he is not doing interviews. You don’t require a terminal degree in English to recognize the finality of that sentence. But I do, and it closes the gate permanently; not just for me, for everyone.

I responded with a dry, musicologically framed note acknowledging the decision and pointing out that the redundancy in the phrasing functioned as a kind of meta‑commentary on Glass’s own aesthetic. The exchange had already begun to behave like a piece of music: a motif introduced, repeated, and left to resonate.

A few minutes later, Williams replied with a clarification, which directly contradicted her previous statement:

On background, I meant to say he’s not taking on any interviews currently as it’s not possible with his schedule.”

She then explained that she had not meant to imply permanent unavailability or a “welded‑shut door.”

The contradiction embedded in this new communication between the two messages was not merely semantic; it was musicological. The first message was a closed cadence. The second was an unexpected modulation. The first established a harmonic boundary; the second destabilized it. In Glass’s vocabulary, this was the shift from motif to variation, the subtle alteration that changes the meaning of the phrase without changing its shape.

The irony was that the correction reinforced the joke. The literalism of the reply—the insistence on clarifying a metaphor—demonstrated the very gatekeeping logic the original message had inadvertently performed.

The exchange had become an interview not with Glass, but with the structure surrounding him. The PR apparatus had become the performer; the email thread, the score.

Legacy‑artist PR, when functioning well, behaves like chamber music: each participant aware of the others, each gesture calibrated to the ensemble, each phrase shaped by context. It requires ecosystem awareness. It requires knowing who is inside the lineage, who has long‑standing engagement with the artist’s work, and who operates in adjacent cultural spaces. It requires recognizing that not all correspondents are equal—some are part of the world the artist came from.

In this case, the categorical refusal structurally shut the door on someone already inside the circle, not outside it. That is the professional misstep, and it is not personal. It is simply a failure of musical listening.

Williams did not recognize that she was speaking to a published author, editor, and publisher; someone who runs a magazine and a small press; someone whose work has long intersected with the avant‑garde; someone whose Vedanta Society involvement places him in the same philosophical lineage Glass embraced; someone who writes in the structural vocabulary Glass helped establish. This is not ego. It is ensemble awareness—the basic competency of legacy‑artist PR.

The paradox is that a PR firm representing Philip Glass inadvertently created negative PR for itself by mishandling a lineage‑adjacent correspondent. The exchange illustrates how gatekeeping can become performative: a ritual guarding of a door that may not need guarding, executed without awareness of who is standing on the other side. The representative’s repetition became a minimalist motif. Her correction became a variation. Her literalism became the punchline. The entire exchange became a Glass piece.

None of this is written in hostility. Williams apologized twice, and there was no escalation. But the exchange, taken as a whole, reveals something important about how legacy‑artist PR functions—and how it sometimes fails. Gatekeeping is not inherently wrong. But gatekeeping without context becomes a structural joke. And in this case, the joke was Glassian.

Philip Glass, born in 1937, is one of the most influential composers of the modern era, known for his pioneering work in minimalism, his collaborations across genres, and his lifelong engagement with Eastern philosophy, particularly through the Vedanta Society. His music is built on repetition, micro‑variation, and procedural architecture—structures that have shaped generations of artists.

Alex S. Johnson, the author of this piece, is a writer, editor, and publisher whose work spans fiction, poetry, cultural commentary, and avant‑garde analysis. As founder of Nocturnicorn Books and Darkest Wine Media, he has published numerous writers and produced work deeply informed by minimalist aesthetics, structural analysis, and the cultural ecosystems surrounding artists like Glass. His long‑standing involvement with the Vedanta Society and decades‑long engagement with Glass’s work place him firmly within the composer’s extended artistic lineage.

Sacks & Co., the publicity firm at the center of this exchange, is a respected boutique PR agency specializing in music, film, and cultural figures. Known for representing major legacy artists, the firm handles media relations, publicity campaigns, and artist communications. Their role is to manage access, shape narratives, and maintain the delicate balance between availability and mystique that surrounds artists of Glass’s stature.