Showing posts with label Invictus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Invictus. Show all posts

Jul 13, 2016

Dear wounded warriors,
Now I am questioning myself why I haven't done enough with my life.

Sincerely,
Tressabel Hutasoit



Jul 6, 2016

Invictus

Will forever be my favorite Poem:
 
INVICTUS
 
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. 
 
 
 
 

Feb 9, 2013

Damn Good Advice

Damn Good Advice (for people with talent) by George Lois, has recently become an addition to my collection of Phaidon books. And I love it. Just like how I love all of Phaidon's other collections. So I have been sticking my nose so close to it the past few days.

The practice advices and anecdotes in it are just entertaining, witty and feels like an ignition to my -about to get numb- brain. I want to keep my creative juices flowing!

And, as if the content (and the design) is not enough, on its last page, my favorite poem is written.
Yes, Invictus by William Ernest Henley that I have posted in this blog for a couple of times:)

 Damn Good Advice (for people with talent)

Jul 18, 2011

Madiba celebrates 93rd birthday

from here
Invictus
by William Ernest 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 punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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