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.

“Give me my passage home …”

Give me my passage home, let me see that harbour once again, just as it was before I learned the bad words.  Patriarchs wiser than Abraham mended their nets on the modest wharf; white and wonderful things undressed on the sand dunes; sunset glittered on the plate-glass windows of the Marine Biological Station; far off on the extreme horizon, a whale spouted.  Look, Uncle, look.  They have broken my glasses and I have lost my silver whistle.  Pick me up, Uncle; let little Johnny ride away on your massive shoulders to recover his green kingdom, where the steam rollers are as friendly as the farm dogs …

— excerpt from W. H. Auden’s The Sea and the Mirror

 

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“Lighthouse near Westkapelle,” Piet Mondrian, 1910

“Sullen Robin Haiku” appears at Haikuniverse

The good folks over at Haikuniverse have kindly published the haiku I wrote about that pissy robin in my backyard!  🙂

You can find it right here:

“Sullen Robin Haiku,” by Eric Robert Nolan

 

 

“Windmill by Moonlight,” Piet Mondrian, circa 1907

Oil on canvas.

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Throwback Thursday: Tim Conway on “The Carol Burnett Show”

Rest easy, Tim Conway (1933-2019).

 

“The Oostzijdse Molen by Night,” Piet Mondrian, circa 1907

Oil on canvas.

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A very short review of the premiere of HBO’s “Chernobyl” (2019)

I’m arriving at the opinion that Jared Harris is one of the finest actors working today.  His performance in last year’s “The Terror” was nothing short of beautiful.  So I tuned in the other night to the first episode of HBO’s “Chernobyl” miniseries, in which he is the protagonist.

I wasn’t disappointed.  “Chernobyl” is gripping.  I’m no expert about the 1986 nuclear disaster in the Soviet Union, but this certainly comes across like a meticulous historical adaptation.  But what’s surprising is how its smart, relatively spare script moves so quickly and so adeptly incorporates the human horror of the event.  (After a brief prologue with Harris’ voiceover, the story begins almost immediately with the accident occurring.)  The plot points that follow are by necessity mostly technical.  But the pitch-perfect writing here makes the story quite easy to follow.

It’s gut-wrenching stuff — made even more frightening by the Soviet administrators who cared little about whether the power plant’s workers died an agonizing death.  It’s the kind of story that would be frightening even if it were pure fiction.  But the program’s authenticity and attention to detail are constantly present to remind you that it is not.

There’s some impressive camera work, too — especially the final shot, which will feel like a punch in the stomach.

I’d rate this a 9 out of 10, and I highly recommend it.

 

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“Gray Tree,” Piet Mondrian, 1911

Oil on canvas.

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Turns out Robert Frost wrote a poem just for us “Game of Thrones” fans.

“Fire and Ice,” by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

 

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“Cornflowers in a Glass Vase,” Alfred Rouby

Oil on canvas.

 

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“You know there are no secrets in America.”

“You know there are no secrets in America. It’s quite different in England, where people think of a secret as a shared relation between two people.”

— W. H. Auden

 

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