Welcome to my website!

(VERSION FRANCAISE DE CE SITE : CLIQUER SUR L'ICONE DE LANGUE CI-DESSUS)

 I was born in 1964 in Nantes, Brittany, France, and Ireland has been my second home since the 1980's: I completed my Ph.D. Thesis in 1996 on "Ireland's Musical Identity", and I have translated or published several books about this country.

 I have also written one book about the Beatles.

 Thanks to my two passions, I have been a Senior Lecturer in English since 1997 and Head of the Language Department at Ecole Polytechnique de l'université de Nantes since 2005. 

RESEARCHGATE 

ACADEMIA

You can find all my books HERE:

   

 ON THIS WEBSITE YOU WILL FIND:

- Academic research: IRISH MUSIC AND IDENTITY
 This part is a distant offspring of my first website, in 1996 (time flies...) : my Ph.D. Thesis, most of my research articles, extracts from an audio CD of Irish music I recorded and produced, etc.

- My own MUSIC AND COMPOSITIONS (MP3)
 I sometimes spend a little bit of my time doing recordings, on my own, with friends, etc. You will also find here home made recordings of classical music, Irish traditional sessions...

(more on www.myspace.com/erickfp)


- Good memories of this month-long oral exam session in Aix en Provence as a  jury member for the Capes externe d'anglais in 2002.

- A Painting  Gallery for Couleurs de Bretagne
 From 2003 to 2006 as Deputy Mayor for Treillières (Loire-Atlantique, France) I organised the local painting competition as part of the network "Couleurs de Bretagne" in Brittany . Amazing paintings by amateurs.

- Neutral (albeit dated) information about the controversial future airport at Notre Dame des Landes 
 Another old website, set up before the current debate really started, in the early 2000's. It has not been updated since 2001, but you will find quite a lot of information and documents there.

 

 

 

ON THE IMPORTANCE OF WASTING TIME

 

'Can be clipped at the best of times, too.

A daft daily diet for moments absurd,

Mumbled, jumbled, forgotten words

That fool my wits and come on cue.

'Can strawberry anything 'f I feel like it,

Can scream at the top of your voice

Can verse more scorn over milk split

Or drink your liquor from an old fruit Joyce.

Now, mete me out some iambic pent-up meter

And throw in a rhyme for good measure

Give it a swish and a clatter, tat-for-tit,

Echo the hum-buzz while you’re at it.

Is this poetry in the making ?

Nay, more like poetry in the faking,

Poverty in the talking twomey.

And the more, the less.

 

Doubting the qualms, scepticising the suspicion,

Scrutinizing the analysis, psycho or other guise,

Deconstructing the unbuilt for the sake of intention,

Miserabling the better to tower our self-lies,

Seizing your tail, telling your zeal, teasing your sail, what not?

Is this the truth that thrusts thee to death,

The fear that veils the loss of thy faith?

Aye, shak’em neurons, escape the skit,

Eye, for one (or two) shun the misshapen

And will riddley admit

it's important to make things (happen).

 

                                                      (April 2005)