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.

“How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43),” 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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Engraving by Thomas Oldham Barlow, 1880

Cover of Le Petit Journal, Oct 7, 1906

Depicting the Atlanta Race Riot of 1906.

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Quick tip.

If you want to see even 1 percent of what is happening in America’s cities right now, put aside Facebook and WordPress and get on Twitter.  There is an abundance of footage from cell phone cameras and from local news stations.

Even before the current national crisis, I consistently learned 100 times more from my Twitter feed than from other platforms.  (Of course it depends largely on who you “follow,” but still.)

 

 

Tondo from an Attic Greek red figure cup, circa 435 BC

Linos (named, on the right) holds a papyrus roll while his pupil, Mousaios (named, on the left), holds writing tablets.

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“The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife.”

The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife
And yet forgives the Butchers knife
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belovd by Men
— from William Blake’s “Auguries of Innocence”

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“Spirited Conflict” by Albert Pasini from Widener University Art Museum,
Alfred O. Deshong Collection

“Friends, Americans, countrymen — lend me your fears.”

Friends, Americans, countrymen — lend me your fears.
I come to divide the nation, not lead it.
The evil that I tweet will live after me;
the truth will be twisted by nationalist drones.
So let it be with America.
My critics say I am dangerous
— is that so grievous a fault?

America, you have enabled me.
Obama; Bush; Bush, Sr.;
and Clinton were honorable men,
Despite their various differences,
all honorable men.
But I’ll make America chaos,
subservient only to me.

My critics say I am dangerous,
and my critics are honorable men.
But did they entertain at great rallies,
where hatred made your heart full?
Is it this that seems dangerous?
When all are are divided, no Union is left;
Nations should be made of sterner stuff.

Oh America, thou art ruled by brutish beasts!
For you have lost your reason!—Bear with me;
My prescription bottle is in my pocket,
And I must pause to tweak.

~ Trumpus Antonius

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2020

 

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Photo credit: By Gage Skidmore from Peoria, AZ, United States of America – Donald Trump, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=49611649

When one Dore closes, another Dore opens.

That weird moment when you discover that a poster for one of your favorite TV shows was a reference to a Gustave Dore drawing.  Its title is “The Ice Was All Around,” and Dore completed it for an 1876 edition of Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.”

 

“Satan descends upon Earth.” Gustave Dore, 1866

Engraving.  Illustration for John Milton’s Paradise Lost.

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Filtered Botetourt.

Just one more filtered photo — this obviously isn’t as good as the ones I’ve been running over the past couple of days.  This is the James River in the Town of Buchanan in Botetourt County.

The original photo was too dark — and it only helps so much to run it through a warm filter.

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Cover to “Red Hood: Lost Days,” Billy Tucci, 2010

DC Comics.

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