Invictus ~ unconquered / unconquerable
With the INVICTUS games in full swing, I thought this poem should be included here ~ not being quite sure of the meaning of the word, I see from Google that it can be defined as unconquered or the unconquerable ~ so the perfect name for these games for amputees and seriously wounded veterans ~ truly inspiring.
W E Henley wrote this poem in hospital as he waited to see if they could save his second leg. They did.
By William Ernest Henley 1849-1903
[Retrieved from a Saturday’s Guardian article about W E Henley ]
Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance, my head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
Please note ~ To save space I have re-arranged the layout
two of his lines to one of mine
The first and last lines are particularly moving.
Friday 13th !! ~ back to earth ! Last night I watched the final of Gareth's INVICTUS Choir singing at the Opening Ceremony of the Invictus Games ~ heart-warming, as his efforts always are.
Later : Yesterday to Bridlington Eye Clinic again, but this time for an afternoon appointment ~ 2.30 ~ was collected by Patient Transport soon after midday and not home till 6.20 ! A lovely ride there with the fresh green of the trees and hedges, and blossom evertwhere, pink and white. And the driver took us the alternative route through Scarborough along the sea front and then along the clifftop on the south side of the town ~ pure delight. However, on arrival instead of one or two others waiting for treatment there were seventeen of us ~ 17 !! I counted them though it turned out 3 or 4 of them were accompanying persons, partners or carers ~ and it was 4.40 before my turn came round to go through the various procedures ~ for the first time ever (and I've been having this treatment for Afe Related Macro degeneration every month for seven years and more) but as I sat waiting to see the ophthalmist with the final say : injection or no injection ~ I decided I could not bloody face it so announced this when he called me in : "If it's an injection I need you'll have to drag me into operating theatre kicking and screaming."
B;ess him ~ he was new man and having checked my eyes again he agreed that there was no leakage this time and so I would not be subjected to the needle ~ never mind how many anaesthetic drops they've given you, having a needle coming at you like that into your pinned-open eye ball IS NO JOKE ! Poor man ~ patients are expected to be co-operative never mind what ~ and I don't have to go back for eight weeks instead of the usual four so that's good. All the surgeons seem to be from abroad ~ Syria, Greece, Egypt ~ but not this fellow ~ when I exclaimed at his Ebnglishness it turns out he is from WHITBY !! So no ill feeling on either side.
Cold again today and I actually put the heating on earlier ~ heating in mid-May ! The friendly couple staying at number 3 who came in for a chat on Wednesday were so scptical about my ghost etc that I just popped down with a little prezzie for him ~ one of these wacky little colour changing ghosts ~ they come from China post free thanks to A,azon for a couple of quid ~ let me get a picture ~ Steve the Post has quite a job deciphering the address !
The BLOTTER ~ years agoi when I was working in the Education Department of Hampshire County Council (as a very humble clerk, let me add !)
they provided us all with miserable A4 sized blotters ~ no use to anybody, especially when we were dealing with computer print-outs etc ~ there were larger ones available but not for the likes of us ! I was getting ideas above my station, I was told
when I asked for a more userful sized one
so that lunch time I went down to WHSmiths and bought one for myself, THIS one ! And it's still going strong though battered and stained ~ but it must be all of 40 yeatrs I'm talking about ! Incredible ! the lengths folk would stoop to, to hang onto their superior status ~ BLOTTER for Christ's sake ! Bloody Blotters ! (small wonder they sacked me in the end ~ I was just too damned big for my boots !)