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.

“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun.”

William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

 

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“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

Trump doesn’t want people to know about A.C.A. enrollment. (So let’s spread the word.)

I found this message on Facebook this afternoon, and then verified it over at Snopes.com.  I shared it, and am posting it here as well:

[The Affordable Care Act (ACA / Obamacare) enrollment period was shortened and the Trump administration has cut funding to advertise these deadlines by 90%. The website for enrolling will be taken off-line every weekend, thus preventing weekend enrollment. This is a tactic to decrease enrollment. BE SURE TO ENROLL ON WEEKDAYS! Enrollment for 2018 ACA / Obamacare starts November 1 and ends December 15 …  This isn’t intended to spam, we have to do grassroots promotion to keep enrollment up because Trump is trying to get ACA to crumble due to low enrollment numbers.]

Help spread the word, folks, please.

 

 

 

Godspeed, Las Vegas.

America is with you.

 

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Photo credit: Robert Dimov [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons.

 

“Sonnet 29,” by William Shakespeare

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;

       For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
       That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

 
 

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“Full fathom five thy father lies,” read by Eric Robert Nolan.

From William Shakespeare’s “The Tempest.”  For Emily. 🙂

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
                                        Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.

 

“The House Maid,” William McGregor Paxton, 1910

Oil on canvas.  This painting is at the National Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C.

 

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A short review of “Miracle Mile” (1988)

“Miracle Mile” (1988) actually came highly recommended to me.  And that’s perplexing, because this is a pretty bad nuclear war thriller that I’d only grudgingly rate a 4 out of 10.

The script is terrible.  We know that from the film’s opening minutes, when it attempts to establish Anthony Edwards as a likable protagonist by showing him performing impromptu stand-up for schoolchildren on a field trip to a Los Angeles natural history museum.  (He is not a chaperone for the field trip, or connected with these schoolchildren in any way.  He apparently just hangs around alone at museums to inexplicably crack jokes for children he does not know.)

From there, we follow an abortive, cloddishly written romance between two mostly unappealing characters.  (Mare Winningham is the other half of the romance doomed by the impending apocalypse.)  I won’t bore you with the details about the ensuing end-of-the-world thriller, except that an implausible plot device gives the nascent couple and a handful of secondary characters advance knowledge of the nuclear missiles that will hit Los Angles in just more than an hour.

Even the acting was mostly poor.  Surprisingly, this includes the performance by Edwards himself, who has shown nothing but talent in every other role in which I’ve seen him.

The movie comes close to redeeming itself near the end.  Its obligatory chaos-in-the-streets set-piece is surprisingly well done for an otherwise mediocre film, and there are a few good lines when the couple reunites at the movie’s finale.  I suppose you can also have a lot of fun spotting a bevy of other character-actors from the 80’s and 90’s.

I … can’t actually recommend this, though.  I can’t remember the last time I was this disappointed by a film that my friends insisted was great.  Check out 1983’s “Special Bulletin,” instead.  Or, better yet, hunt down Britain’s superb nuclear war mini-series, “Threads” (1984).

 

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An excerpt from W. H. Auden’s “Hunting Season,” read by Eric Robert Nolan

This is only 20 seconds long; it consists of just one stanza from Auden’s poem.  Despite their brevity, however, I think that these few lines comprise one of the greatest breakup poems ever.