- Glenn Sonnenberg
Musings from the Bunker 8/8/20
Greetings and Happy Weekend!
The poetry today is written by a fellow recovering from tuberculosis in a hospital in the late 19th century,. One leg was amputated and the other was recovering from major surgery. His strength in the midst of despair is inspiring. We are all captains of our own souls.
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 punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
On the lighter side, here’s Sting, Jimmy Fallon and The Roots doing “Don’t Stand So Close to Me” from their homes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbZtFKgqXIs
And from Nathan Hochman, Stomp Pancakes. As he says, “it’s not the philharmonic but the next best thing (and it involves pancakes!)”. And may know how much I love pancakes… https://youtu.be/E_8NcJi17SQ