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.

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The war is over, Charles. You can go home.

March 4, 2018 Eric Robert Nolan Leave a comment

Rest easy, David Ogden Stiers. He died at age 77.

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My mediocre mountain shots.

March 1, 2018 Eric Robert Nolan Leave a comment

March 2018. One of the things that I love about Roanoke is how its mountains are obscured on overcast days by low-lying clouds. It’s the kind of thing that would have been unheard of where I grew up — on the uniformly flat Long Island. I doubt the novelty of it will ever fully erode.

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W. H. Auden reads “The More Loving One”

March 1, 2018 Eric Robert Nolan Leave a comment

Youtube user ScientificUnity created and uploaded this. It’s a beautifully edited video and the audio of W. H. Auden is quite clear.

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“An Irish Airman Foresees His Death,” by W. B. Yeats (read by Eric Robert Nolan)

February 28, 2018 Eric Robert Nolan Leave a comment

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

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“Memento Mori,” Andrea Previtali, circa 1502

February 27, 2018 Eric Robert Nolan Leave a comment

Panel.

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A discussion of W. B. Yeats’ “An Irish Airman Foresees His Death” (Ms. Dempster)

February 26, 2018 Eric Robert Nolan Leave a comment

Here’s a really terrific breakdown of W. B. Yeats’ “An Irish Airman Foresees His Death” — it’s easy to understand and definitely gives the viewer some insights into the poem’s meaning and construction.

I know that this is probably a strange thing to get hung up on, but I’m a little confused about how this poem’s title is supposed to be capitalized. (I keep seeing versions of it where the words “foresees his” are not capitalized.)