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“Ode,” by Eric Robert Nolan

I love the way you
draw your lips, divine,
in your tilting smile.

If I could only
draw your lips, in lines,
the portrait would beguile.

Would that I could
draw your lips, to mine.
Delight me for a while?

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2019

 

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“Dance,” Alfons Mucha, 1898

“The Witching Hour,” Andrew Wyeth, 1977

Tempera on panel.

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“A single green light, minute and far away.”

I decided to call to him. Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would do for an introduction. But I didn’t call to him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.

— Nick Carraway, in F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby

 

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Photo credit: By Anthony Ross – Own work, CC0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=69287951

“Line of Trees in Marshy Landscape, Near Duivendrecht,” Piet Mondrian, circa 1905

Chalk and watercolor on paper.

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THE BEES ARE DEAD.

If you’ve been stuck indoors for days on end because of the rain, then stop by The Bees Are Dead.  You can always find the best in post-apocalyptic prose, poetry, art and photography.

The editors have been especially proud recently to host the superlative poetry of Linda Imbler, Robert Mullen, Benjamin Blake, Michael Griffith and Marina Kazakova.

 

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Photo credit: Decryptys [CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)%5D

“Sleeping Girl,” Nikolai Dmitriyevich Kuznetsov, 1893

Oil on canvas.

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Just an old picture I found of Georgetown in Washington, DC.

This is from the botanical gardens at Dumbarton Oaks in 2015.

I’ve always been a goofy looking mamajama, but damn if I wasn’t slimmer back then.

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A short review of Season 1 of “Jack Ryan” (2018)

I didn’t quite love the first season of the “Jack Ryan” television series, but I still really, really liked it.  It’s a decent adaptation of Tom Clancy’s source material, albeit a very loose one.  (And that’s just fine — we already have a number of excellent films that closely adapt the events of the books; we don’t need another methodical retread of the author’s novels.)  I’d rate this an 8 out of 10.

There are some narrative weaknesses, particularly in the show’s failure to sustain tension between its episodes.  And there are some surprise plot developments that the show telegraphed a bit obviously.  (I usually don’t pick up on these things, but even I saw the clues.)  There is also a subplot involving a drone operator that is largely unnecessary … some viewers will find it interesting while others will not.

“Jack Ryan” also suffers just a little in comparison with the Audience network’s superior “Condor” (2018).  That excellent show covered much of the same subject matter, with its own ordinary CIA-analyst thrust into deadly game with terrorists.  Season 1 of “Condor” was better written, boasted an amazing cast, and was far more frightening.

John Krasinski does a good job as the title character.  I’ve always thought that this character would be tough for an actor to play, simply because he is so consistently nondescript.  (The whole character concept is that he usually appears to be an especially bright but otherwise ordinary civil servant … his background as a United States Marine and his patriotism and courage aren’t things that he advertises.)  Krasiniski’s Ryan is closer to that of the books than the version we see in the Harrison Ford films.  I love Ford as much as the next person, but his interpretation of the character was too a bit too meek and diffident for me.  That wasn’t quite the Jack Ryan that Clancy created.

What’s strange about the show is that it truly shines when deviates widely from the source materiel — especially in the character of Jim Greer.  He is played to perfection here by Wendell Pierce, and he is no longer the gentle, wizened father figure that we saw in his counterpart from the books and movies.  Nor is he a minor character — Pierce’s Greer is a gruff, pissy operations man fresh off of an ominous and unfair demotion, who shoots and runs right alongside Ryan when the bad guys attack.  It sounds preposterously stupid.  But … it works — largely, I think, because of Pierce’s talent.  He’s a good enough actor to sell the idea and he invests Greer with a kind of perpetually disgruntled, antisocial charm.  I honestly would continue watching this show if it focused on him as the main character.

 

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Cover to “Amazing Stories,” Leo Morey, December 1936

Teck Publishing.

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“I lived at West Egg …”

I lived at West Egg, the – well, the least fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season. The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard … My own house was an eyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor’s lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires — all for eighty dollars a month.

— from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby

 

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Welwyn Preserve Park in Glen Cove, New York.  Photo credit: Michael Sean Gallagher [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D