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.

The Bees Are (Still) Dead

If you’re in the mood for some excellent apocalyptic or dystopian reading, then do remember to stop over at The Bees Are Dead.  We recently have been fortunate for the opportunity to share dark visions from poets throughout the world, including Edilson A. Ferreira, Jason Ramsey, Jonathan May, Jonel Abellanosa, Andres Rodriguez, Marianne Szlyk, Stela Xega and Scott Thomas Outlar.

I myself am especially partial to May’s outstanding poem, “The Wolves;” its imagery is both nightmarishly vivid and expertly rendered.  You can find it right here:

“The Wolves,” by Jonathan May

And be sure to peruse the poetry, short stories and photography by all of our contributors.

 

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Photo credit: By John Charles Dollman – Guerber, H. A. (Hélène Adeline) (1909). Myths of the Norsemen from the Eddas and Sagas. London : Harrap. This illustration facing page 8. Digitized by the Internet Archive and available from http://www.archive.org/details/mythsofthenorsem00gueruoft Some simple image processing by User:Haukurth, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=4722868

Ingrid Bergman in “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,” 1941

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Warrenton, Virginia, Labor Day Weekend 2016 (3)

 

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All The Pretty Horses!  (That’s a James Patterson reference, by the way.)

This pretty girl took a shine to me instantly.  (I was surprised, as I thought horses were generally shy around strangers.)  I wanted so badly to pet her, but I elected not to cross onto this person’s property in order to do so.  I am told Southern people take certain things very seriously — and two of them are property lines and Second Amendment rights.

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This eastern rat snake (or northern black racer?) elected to join our party, or he at least ventured near it, where he was expertly plucked up by one of our group.  (You’ve got to lift them from just behind the head, so that they cannot bite you.)

Forget that narrow-fellow-in-the-grass bull@#$% you heard; this mamajama was KAIJU.

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Watching “Captain America: Winter Soldier” on the big screen on the side of a barn!  And then “Civil War!”

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Tinypup!!

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Warrenton, Virginia, Labor Day Weekend 2016 (2)

FutureMacNuggets!!

One of these chickens is an enterprising bird that my friend and her family have dubbed “Adventure Chicken,” as she  frequently escapes the enclosure. Adventure Chicken actually stuck her head in my tent when I wasn’t looking.

 

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Cover to “Exit Sherlock Holmes,” 1979

Art by Jordi Penalva, for the excellent novel by Robert Lee Hall.

 

Fresco, St. Charles Church, Vienna.

Photo credit: By C. Cossa (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 at (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/at/deed.en)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

 

Warrenton, Virginia, Labor Day Weekend, 2016

Camp Nolan II.  The anti-bobcat bat is inside beside my bed.

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The soda-holding flamingo.

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This pretty lady and I became fast friends.

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She even wanted to become my bunk-mate!

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A homely locust.

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CVS is selling Halloween decorations already.  But it’s okay, because some of them are damned cool.  This is a rat skeleton I purchased.  Then a trio of us placed it inside a certain Mary Wash alum’s tent at night, with a glow-stick inside its ribcage.

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The results were somewhat lackluster, as you can see below.  Our host however, ensured he received his a proper scare this weekend by firing off a starting pistol while he napped.

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Flora.

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“PET ME,” says the Puppy!

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A butterfly joined our group for quite a while.  The trick to attracting them, apparently, is organic tomato sauce.

 

“An Ode for Fellow Replicants,” by Eric Robert Nolan

(Dedicated to Philip K. Dick)

What if the Internet is an android’s dream,
and we are the electric sheep?

Dick would know at once
our artificial people:
every boy a Roy,
every girl a pleasure model,
trying to pass as real,
inwardly concerned with their design —
“Morphology. Longevity. Incept dates.”

On Facebook,
“More Nolan than Nolan”
is my motto.

If I, in my genuine moments,
could greet my jpeg face
hiding in his electronic words,

he’d go offworld or die.
After all,
“It’s not an easy thing to meet your maker.”

[Author’s note — the film quoted and paraphrased above is Ridley Scott’s “Blade Runner” (1982), to which this poem is an homage.  “Blade Runner” is itself an adaptation of Dick’s 1968 novel, “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?”]

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2016

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What if the Internet is an android’s dream, and we are electric sheep?

Good night.

“Ya wanna know how I got these scars?”

I’m trying to explain to two friends that I am terrible at playing Scrabble. And I misspelled it as “Scarbble.”

I’m pretty sure that’s the definition of irony.

Scarbble. It’s when you cut a motherfucker for cheating.