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.

Symbol for “American Quarantine,” 1868

Johnson’s New Chart of National Emblems.

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“Life’s but a walking shadow … that struts and frets his hour upon the stage.”

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

— from William Shakespeare’s “Macbeth”

 

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“Macbeth and Banquo Meeting the Witches on the Heath,” Théodore Chassériau, oil on canvas, 1855

Illustration for Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Masque of the Red Death,” Harry Clarke, 1919

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“Speak, God of Visions, plead for me …”

And am I wrong to worship where
Faith cannot doubt nor Hope despair,
Since my own soul can grant my prayer?
Speak, God of Visions, plead for me
And tell why I have chosen thee!

— from Emily Bronte’s “Plead for Me”



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Photo credit: Wah1d Abbas / CC BY-SA (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)

Green Lantern goes camping.

Two last summer pics before I start getting in gear for fall.  So long, blue Virginia wildflowers.

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The Fifth Di magazine features “Industrial Revolution”

It’s a lazy poetry Saturday — I had a lot of fun attending the Peeking Cat Literary relaunch on Facebook this afternoon, and I am now enjoying my copy of The Fifth Di, Hiraeth Books’ outstanding magazine of science fiction, fantasy, and horror.

It’s truly fun stuff, and you can order your copy of the September Issue right here.  And when you’ve got a copy, please check out my poem “Industrial Revolution” on page 42.  🙂  (Thanks again to Managing Editor Tyree Campbell for accepting my work for such a first-rate indie lit mag!)

Stay safe out there, friends.

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“Crucifixion,” Cornelis Massijs, early 16th Century

Oil on panel.

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“In seasons of pestilence …”

“In seasons of pestilence, some of us will have a secret attraction to the disease–a terrible passing inclination to die of it.”

— from Charles Dickens’ “A Tale of Two Cities”

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Photo credit: By Hu Nhu – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=90811047

“La Solitude du Christ,” Alphonse Osbert, 1897

“The Solitude of Christ.”  Oil on panel.

I wish I’d known about this painting when I’d first run “prayer upon an empty hilltop” on this blog.  It would have been perfect.

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The President of the United States is in quarantine.

At this point, the Republicans might as well replace their elephant emblem with a plague rat.

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Photo credit: By https://wellcomeimages.org/indexplus/obf_images/ec/8b/d2fe1f210b91cbaeecdaf2ee1f57.jpgGallery: https://wellcomeimages.org/indexplus/image/V0010705.html, CC BY 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=36456434