This nihilist night,
the sky is only void and
burning tombstone stars.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2019
Photo credit: Egres73 [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D
Cover to “Ghost” #1, Dave Dorman, 1993
Dark Horse Comics.
“Nothing Gold Can Stay,” by Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
“Do you know the legend about cicadas?”
“Do you know the legend about cicadas? They say they are the souls of poets who cannot keep quiet because, when they were alive, they never wrote the poems they wanted to.”
— John Berger
“Weeping Willow Haiku,” by Eric Robert Nolan
Sighing submission,
all our weeping willows now
sway in evening’s storm.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2019
Photo credit: André Karwath aka Aka [CC BY-SA 2.5 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5)%5D
Cover to “The Superior Spider-Man: Goblin Nation” #1, Giuseppe Camuncoli, 2014
Marvel Comics.
“How can you advocate breaking some laws and obeying others?”
One may well ask: “How can you advocate breaking some laws and obeying others?” The answer lies in the fact that there are two types of laws: just and unjust. I would be the first to advocate obeying just laws. One has not only a legal but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws. I would agree with St. Augustine that “an unjust law is no law at all.”
Now, what is the difference between the two? How does one determine whether a law is just or unjust? A just law is a man-made code that squares with the moral law or the law of God. An unjust law is a code that is out of harmony with the moral law. To put it in the terms of St. Thomas Aquinas: An unjust law is a human law that is not rooted in eternal law and natural law. Any law that uplifts human personality is just. Any law that degrades human personality is unjust.
— Martin Luther King, Jr., Letter From Birmingham Jail, 1963
Trolley shot.
Somebody told me that the trolley actually goes up Mill Mountain at one point in its route. Is that true?
Ah, the things we’re left to ponder when we’re too apathetic to Google a schedule. These are the mysteries faced by the lazy.
My aunt was my hero.
Sure, she had a few traits or qualities that heroes aren’t supposed to have, but Auntie was always there when I needed her.
So I guess she was my antihero.
Cover to “4Most” #6, 1948
The Premium Comics Group. Artist — L.B. Cole (?).
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