All posts by Eric Robert Nolan

Eric Robert Nolan graduated from Mary Washington College in 1994 with a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. He spent several years a news reporter and editorial writer for the Culpeper Star Exponent in Culpeper, Virginia. His work has also appeared on the front pages of numerous newspapers in Virginia, including The Free Lance – Star and The Daily Progress. Eric entered the field of philanthropy in 1996, as a grant writer for nonprofit healthcare organizations. Eric’s poetry has been featured by Dead Beats Literary Blog, Dagda Publishing, The International War Veterans’ Poetry Archive, and elsewhere. His poetry will also be published by Illumen Magazine in its Spring 2014 issue.

The struggle is real.

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Photo of Arkhip Kuindzhi’s residence, Saint Petersburg, Russia

House #16 on Malyj Prospect, Vasilyevsky Island.  Unknown photographer, photo taken before 1913.

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Thankful that the loveliest, kindest, and most thoughtful girl in the world is mine. 🙂 ❤



 

“How Do I Love Thee?,” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.



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Image: The Roycrofters, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Throwback Thursday: Thanksgiving Super Sale at The Wiz (1985)!!!

The Wiz might be something only my fellow New Yorkers will remember — it was a regional electronics chain in the metropolitan area.  Get a load of that electric typewriter for just $99.00.

Though everyone in my Long Island neighborhood saw commercials like this on TV, there weren’t any Wiz locations near us.  That territory had been firmly staked out by the far older P. C. Richard and Sons, The Wiz’ competitor.

Be warned — the jingle here is an earworm.


Happy Thanksgiving, all!!

Enjoy it and stay safe.  You guys behave yourselves!!  No roughhousing this year!

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Life magazine cover, November 20, 1890

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, /And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.”

Let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

— from Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet, 1923

Source: The Marginalian



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Photo credit: J Carlos, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

Poster for “Star Wars: The Book of Boba Fett” Season 1 (2021)

Disney Plus.

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“But the conquest of the physical world is not man’s only duty.”

Perhaps the primary distinction of the artist is that he must actively cultivate that state which most men, necessarily, must avoid: the state of being alone.  That all men are, when the chips are down, alone, is a banality — a banality because it is very frequently stated, but very rarely, on the evidence, believed.  Most of us are not compelled to linger with the knowledge of our aloneness, for it is a knowledge that can paralyze all action in this world.  There are, forever, swamps to be drained, cities to be created, mines to be exploited, children to be fed.  None of these things can be done alone.  But the conquest of the physical world is not man’s only duty.  He is also enjoined to conquer the great wilderness of himself.  The precise role of the artist, then, is to illuminate that darkness, blaze roads through that vast forest, so that we will not, in all our doing, lose sight of its purpose, which is, after all, to make the world a more human dwelling place.

— James Baldwin, The Creative Process, 1962

Source: The Marginalian



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“You can shed tears because they are gone, or you can smile because they lived.”

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