Sunday Sonnet, #27, 2016


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Moonlight shining bright tonight, beacon of

silver, cloak of mercury to cover

all beneath her massive sphere.  Goddess, her

who hangs pendant when darkness awakes, love

of the mortals below her alarm (of

rare occasion does she observe not, err

to a blackness unbecoming).  Never

does she mark not the passage of the stars –

her children, family; offspring of light.

Tonight they gather, watch from afar, are

the ancient guards of Man (soldiers’ armour

illumination’s self, white-silver cloak so bright).

Sister knights, bairn of Diana.  Daughters

vigilant with mother.  All bless the Moon.

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]

5 Famous Writers Who Had Unrelated Jobs For Years (And You Probably Never Even Knew) []

Now, when you tell people you want to become a writer, the general reaction is not particularly effusive (a polite cough; a raised eyebrow; maybe a tight smile bordering on a sneer). And, given the low rate of pay many companies like to offer writers first starting out (sometimes $0), they do have a point. Indeed, it’s basically professing to be seeking a life of poverty (not every aspiring author is offered a life-changing sum for the publishing rights to their precious novel; even fewer the debut youngster) […]

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A Thursday Quote For Thought, #36, 2016


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“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”

-Sarah Williams

Who else has stood out in the darkness at night, the not-quite-darkness, illuminated rather with shining, twinkling stars above, and just simply exhaled in awe?  When contemplating the vastness of the universe, the pure beauty of the fiery orbs so, so far away, how then can one be afraid?  Of course, when the skies are clouded over, nebulously shaded, and stellar light is not there to light a path alongside the moon, of course then fear creeps in like the shadows of the night looming forward, reaching – it seems – from the deeper darkness in the trees, from around the building’s corner: the unknown, that is what the darkness is.  And so it is children have a fear of the night; so it is adults take that fear, transform it with worries from daylight hours, and craft it into horrors unseen.  The not known is what is terrifying; not the pause between passing clouds, light from the heavens beaming down intermittent.  Just remember that fondness for the stars, breathe in and relish the view; the panic won’t set in…

[Words by N R Nolan]

Wednesday Wisdom – Thinking Words, #33, 2016


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“When the star dies,
Its eye closes; tired of watching,
It flies back to its first bright dream.”

― Dejan Stojanovic, Circling: 1978-1987

How beautifully evocative a description from the Serbian poet, writer, essayist, former journalist, and philosopher (indeed, one can sense all those professions encapsulate in these few crafted words).

And I leave you simply with Stojanovic’s three lines this week.  Ponder, bright stars…

[Words by N R Nolan]

Writing In A Foreign Tongue: Translation And The Commercial Sense Of Exophony (

Literature in translation is always a tricky issue: to what extent can a translator impart the essence of the original author without tainting the text too much with the character of their own literary input? And to what extent can readers then accept that translated text as an as-true-as-possible interpretation of the original?

To this end, and others, some authors have skipped the middleman and turned their backs on their mother tongue to write in English.

Dubbed an “exophonic community,” the end goal is fundamentally for the purpose of gaining a wider readership. Additionally, there are reasons both political and personal, let alone stylistic – whether in the sense of the cultural heritage of their mother tongue, or in order to avoid the pitfalls of leaving their texts in the hands of a translator […]

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13 Perfect Books For A Fall Vacation (

It cannot be denied that fall has arrived. The signs are everywhere: the leaves tumbling in a gorgeous array of oranges and reds, yellows, and browns, littering pavements and piling up in backyards for children and dogs alike to leap into with mirthful abandon. Furthermore, everywhere you go there’s now the scent of pumpkin spice (and all things nice) wafting out from coffee shops and from takeaway (or reusable) coffee cups held in gloved hands.

It seems fitting, therefore, to settle down with a must-read book of the season (or at least have one to hand for the commute if holiday time isn’t in your work schedule). To this end, here are 13 seriously hot picks for fall […]

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Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #34, 2016


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[Inspired by AURORA’s “Awakening”:]

Feet on city streets, pounding

rhythm of souls converging, making

for transport, proceeding

to work.  Humdrum lives

a veil to truth beneath, skin

pallid with fatigue, with stress

of keeping hidden their hopes

and dreams.

So grey they seem.

Drink the coffee, brew the tea,

each day to desk they go,

each night return to home

of rhythm equally predictable.

Heads on pillows, worries

clouding brains, try to sleep they do,

try to think of an exit from

this shackled life; living incarcerated

in suits and ties, hands laden

with ball and chain of briefcase luggage.

Drink the coffee, brew the tea,

and next morning plays on repeat,

and the next (repeat),

and the next (repeated still).

Weekend only bears reprieve;

two little days to recapture those

hopes and dreams

so faint they seem

insipid, fading to desperate nothings.

Two little days then for

reawakening in free time.

Forty-eight hours to save

their very souls.

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]



Monday Musings, #32, 2016


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There must be something in the brain (certainly my brain) which connects colder weather with reading.

During the summer months, there’s more activity going on (more sports, more lounging outside and chatting and sunning, and generally being a tanned spirit of the outdoors).  Of course, sitting by a pool racing through a seasonal paperback is a given of the warmer months, too, but personally I never read more than when it’s cold, or raining, or generally in a climate predisposed to indoor living.  Give me inclement weather, and I’ll give you one keen bookworm.

I seem to carry more books with me during those seasons, also (my handbag is never heavier than in the months of autumn and winter).  It’s a habit I’ve passed on to the daughter as well (which becomes a problem when out on a girly shopping trip and she – as is always, always the case – asks me to hold her handbag too; these biceps weren’t honed in a gym, I’ll tell you, but by motherhood, and being a human hatstand).

I’m fairly certain this is quite normal for bibliophiles, though I perhaps let down the side with my admission about turning my eyes away when the temperature rises and the sun becomes too bright…

Oh well, no one’s perfect, are they?

[Words by N R Nolan]

12 Books To Read While You Wait For The Gilmore Girls Revival (

Everywhere, fans of Lorelai and Rory Gilmore can barely contain their excitement at the promised four-episode Netflix revival of Gilmore Girls, all airing on 25 November. Entitled Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life, the show’s creators have revealed that each 90-minute episode will take place in a particular season, beginning with Winter and ending in Fall.

But that’s over a month away, weeks with breath bated in anticipation for the return to Stars Hollow after nine long years, finally discovering what has been going on in the fictional lives of Gilmore Girls’ two female leads (and there are plenty of theories out there!). So, while the teaser trailer expounds “Live More. Laugh More. Eat More,” why not read more too? After all, Rory got through some 339 books over the course of the show’s seven seasons […]

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