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.

Cover to “Silverback” #1, Matt Wagner, 1989

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“These are a few of my favorite things.”

I am now the proud owner of … a goodly portion of all the “Grendel” comics Matt Wagner ever wrote.  What you see in the top row are “Grendel Omnibus” Volumes 1, 2 and 3.  (I believe I actually shared my review of Volume 1 on this site a while ago.)  These would comprise a nearly inclusive history of Hunter Rose, Christine Spar, Brian Li Sung, Orion Assante and Eppy Thatcher.  All that remains for me to collect is the fourth Omnibus trade-paperback, chronicling the possibly immortal Grendel Prime and his imperiled charge, Jupiter Assante.

The Omnibus editions do not include crossovers with heroes such as Batman and The Shadow, as those characters are obviously owned by other companies.  Nor do they include the diverse dystopian future tales depicted by various artists in the 1990’s “Grendel Tales.”  But I am in heaven with what you see below — or maybe hell, considering these books’ central motif.

To top it all off, that hefty tome beneath the comics is W. H. Auden’s “Collected Poems,” edited by Edward Mendelson, with the poet’s work between 1927 and his death in 1973.  It’s 927 pages.  It weighs 30 pounds, probably.  And it is indexed by both the poem’s titles and their first lines.  That is what you call a lifetime investment.

The comics will be excellent summer reading; as will Auden.  But I’ll focus more on the Briton when fall arrives.  Like his countryman, Doyle, he might be best enjoyed outdoors on a gray and increasingly brisk Autumn day.

I need to buy books more often.

 

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Charles Copeland West’s “News From Sebastapol,” 1875

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“It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.”

If your idea of a decent bedtime story is a tale of a terrible future, then stop on over at The Bees Are Dead.  We’ve got some wonderful dystopian poetry, prose and photography, thanks to a diverse group of truly talented contributors.  There are some unsettling visions, but you won’t be sorry you visited.

Today’s feature was “The Red Dream” (“красная мечта,”)  a haunting photographic composition by Ekaterine Dovzhenko depicting former Soviet states.  Be sure also to read “Homeland,” Robert Borski’s superb, psychedelic riff of L. Frank Baum’s “The Wizard of Oz.”

 

Photo credit: Albert Goodwin’s “Apocalypse,” 1903

Max Braun’s “Universal Declaration of Human Rights” (Photo)

Braun: “Why the title?  Because both realities are sad.”

 

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Photo credit: By Max Braun – 60 Jahre Allgemeine Erklärung der Menschenrechte, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=37203687

“Odd Rant Lump” is most apropos, I think.

Rearrange the letters of Donald Trump’s name and you get “Tan Dump Lord.”

Not to mention “Damp Old Runt,” “Dolt and Rump,” and “Odd Rant Lump.”

M’jus’ sayin’.

Manoel Lopes Rodrigues’ “Dois Véus”

“Two Veils.”  Oil on canvas.

 

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Wakicha-wakicha!

Just one more road trip pic from last week — I can’t believe I forgot to post this!

This ad campaign sounds like the most poorly conceived porn film ever.

 

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Publication notice: Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine will feature “Bumblebee”

I just got some nice news from Samantha Rose, Editor of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine — a poem of mine entitled “Bumblebee” will appear in the August 2016 Issue.  This piece was originally published by Every Day Poets in 2013.

Thanks again, Peeking Cat!

 

“Where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.”

These are a few (poorly taken) shots of rural central Virginia between Alleghany County in the southwest and Fauquier County.  It’s a beautiful journey.  F. Scott Fitzgerald described the American Midwest as “that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.”  I myself have always thought his description it fits the Commonwealth just fine.

Most of these aren’t great photos.  For one, they were taken from a moving car, as you can tell from the reflections in the window.  For another, I am a terrible photographer, as you can tell from the unintentional shot of my giant white nerd face.  (My phone is new.)

The best shots were those I didn’t get.  Lord knows I scrambled to get a picture of that bear on Skyline Drive, but it was a blink-and-you-miss-it opportunity.

There were other things that I saw, too, of which I’d love to have gotten pictures.  The first was the thin, immaculate strip of white headstones in a family cemetery, lying adjacent to their farm’s vast, green square of a cornfield.  The juxtaposition of life and death in that image was perfect.  Another was a sullen-looking cow, lying in the exact center of a fenced front yard, regarding passing cars like an apathetic despot.

As you can see, what I captured are really just your standard road trip pics, but they still manage to show some of the beauty of the Commonwealth.

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Heading north.

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Imbecile.

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Skyline Drive through the Blue Ridge Mountains and Shenandoah National Park.  [In best Stephen Colbert voice:] “Watch out for bears!”

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Creepy solitary abandoned mountain shack is creepy.

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New Yorkers, these are dormitories for Chicken University, where poultry prepare earnestly to graduate someday to a culinary position with your household.  (These flat, low buildings are often visible from the road in the valleys — I remember thinking that they resembled dog kennels, except that they are entirely enclosed and look quite neatly maintained.)

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“Meet Virginia.”

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I think this is the southern fork of the Shenandoah River, but I’m not sure …

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