Skybald released their innovative fan-shot music video today for their new single, “Kamikaze Pilots,” and it’s goddam awesome. The band’s members (including Philippe-Atherton Blenkiron, who my indie lit friends will recognize) actually recorded their parts of the song individually, out of respect for social distancing — and then likewise invited their fans to submit clips of themselves individually rocking out to it.
The result is damned cool — check it out!
Apparently some of my poetry readings were picked up by a video hosting site in Germany? I … don’t know how any of this works, to be honest. But it looks like the De-Visions platform borrowed a few readings from my Youtube account and then shared them in a different video format(?)
I honestly don’t mind. Thanks for the exposure, De-Visions.
The readings include my interpretation of Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron’s superb “Operation Staffhound,” as well as Jenny S.’s readings of my poems.
If you are in the vicinity of Derby in the United Kingdom, then do stop in to The Hairy Dog around 7 PM on December 23rd for some Metal Xmas Mayhem. Among the featured bands will be none other than Skybald — which a lot of folks in the indie lit community will recognize as that of Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron.
The event’s details are featured in the poster below; for more information on Skybald, check out the band’s Facebook page.
I am honored today to share some wonderful news — my colleagues over at The Bees Are Dead have graciously nominated a short story of mine for the Sundress Publications 2018 Best of the Net Anthology.
The title of the story is “At the End of the World, My Daughter Wept Metal,” and it was published last August over at the B.A.D. website. (You can find it right here.) It is an apocalyptic sci-fi horror tale in which nanotechnology is used for an astonishing medical breakthrough — but then goes horribly, catastrophically wrong.
I would like to thank B.A.D. Editors Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron and Dennis Villelmi for the nomination and their invaluable support for my work. I am truly grateful.
Hey, gang — if you missed its appearance last week over at The Bees Are Dead, here is the audio for my reading of Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron’s “Operation Staffhound.” The poem is from his superb 2014 dystopian science fiction novel in poetry format, “The Pustoy.”
“Operation Staffhound” describes the brutal domestic police force employed by Lev Solokov, the future dictator of Britain and the novel’s central antagonist.
I’m happy today to be able to share The Bees Are Dead’s release of my audio recording of “Operation Staffhound,” by Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron. This truly excellent poem is an excerpt from his 2014 dystopian novel in verse format, “The Pustoy.” (I quite positively reviewed the book both here at the blog and over at Amazon, where it can be purchased — “Operation Staffhound” might be my favorite poem in the complete work.)
“The Pustoy” is a particularly dark science fiction epic that imagines a genocidal dictator, Lev Solokov, ruling a nightmarish future Britain. The brutal “Staffhounds” are his fascist foot-soldiers in the streets.
I had great fun reading the poem. I’m grateful to Philippe for allowing me to interpret it, and to The Bees Are Dead for sharing my recording with its audience:
Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron’s “Operation Staffhound” at The Bees Are Dead
I am honored to share here that my colleagues over at The Bees Are Dead have agreed to publish my science fiction – horror story, “At the End of the World, My Daughter Wept Metal.”
The story, which originally appeared in Dagda Publishing’s “All Hail the New Flesh” story anthology, should be featured at the online magazine’s website by the end of this month. I will post a link here when it appears.
I am quite grateful to Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron and Dennis Villelmi for this opportunity — not to mention B.A.D.’s invaluable editorial input, which helped me to tighten up my writing considerably. Cheers, Mates!
I am truly honored today to see my colleagues over at The Bees Are Dead feature a new short story of mine. Its title is “Shine Now, Fiercely, Forever,” and it might be the darkest thing I’ve ever written. It portrays a married couple constructing the world’s first functioning time machine — and then discovering what are possibly the worst possible consequences of such a device malfunctioning.
Thanks so much to Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron for allowing me to share via The Bees Are Dead, his online magazine for dystopian prose and poetry! I am grateful indeed for the opportunity he’s afforded me.
“Shine Now, Fiercely, Forever” can be found right here:
http://www.thebeesaredead.com/prose/shine-now-fiercely-forever-eric-robert-nolan/
I received some great news this morning — my colleagues over at The Bees Are Dead have elected to publish a short story of mine. Its title is “Shine Now, Fiercely, Forever,” and it is a science fiction/horror story about the perils of time travel.
The story should appear sometime over the next month or so — I will link to it here when it does.
Thank you, Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron and Dennis Villelmi! I am honored!
Calling all storytellers, poets, photographers and artists who harbor dark visions of the future in their hearts — submit your work to “The Bees Are Dead!” B.A.D. is an entirely new transatlantic webzine devoted to dystopian, futuristic and post-apocalyptic literature, and it released its first official Call for Submissions today:
The Bees Are Dead – Call for Submissions
I am honored to share here that I’ve been invited to partner in B.A.D.’s development with two friends and distinguished colleagues of mine. The first is Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron, and the second is Dennis Williamson. (If you’re familiar with my blog, then you’re well aware that I have long admired both men’s work.) As a third of “The Triumvirate,” I’ll be privileged to read and view your own interpretations of terrible days ahead.
So, please, visit the site, peruse our guidelines, and consider whether you might want to share any glimpses of the doomed worlds of your own creation.
Do it now … while there is still time.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 