Thursday, November 29, 2018

Invictus! = Unconquered!


Hello Everyone –

Five years ago next week, on December 5, 2013, Nelson Mandela passed away at the age of 95 in South Africa. Here are a few poems and quotes that celebrate the living spirit of Nelson Mandela – statesman, peacemaker, and Nobel laureate extraordinaire. The first two items were personal favorites of his that brought him great strength and courage during his 27-year imprisonment – and also afterward – as he carried on the struggle against injustice throughout the 67 years of his public life. Mandela is a sterling example of how one person can change the world for the better – and gives lasting proof that positive change can be accomplished in the world, one person at a time.

“INVICTUS” (1875)
By William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)

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.

THE MAN IN THE ARENA
By Theodore Roosevelt (1856-1919), 26th President of the United States
Excerpted from the Speech Citizenship in a Republic
Delivered at the Sorbonne, in Paris, France on 23 April 1910

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

Quotations from Nelson Mandela’s Autobiography, Long Walk to Freedom (1995)

·        “I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”

·        “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”

·        “I am fundamentally an optimist. Whether that comes from nature or nurture, I cannot say. Part of being optimistic is keeping one’s head pointed toward the sun, one’s feet moving forward. There were many dark moments when my faith in humanity was sorely tested, but I would not and could not give myself up to despair. That way lays defeat and death.”

·        “And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

Additional information about Nelson Mandela and the charitable work of the Nelson Mandela Foundation can be found @ http://www.nelsonmandela.org/.

Quotemail will begin its annual series of weekly Yuletide features next Friday, December 7, which will conclude with a special edition on the day of the Winter Solstice, December 21. Stay tuned!

Until next week –
Rob :)

Thursday, November 15, 2018

Happy Belated Birthdaze! :)



Hello everyone –

Last Thursday, November 8th, marked the 23rd birthday of the RHC Fortnightly Quotemail emailing list! J The list now known as the RHC Quotemail began during my graduate school days in the German Department at the U of I. Its original name was REEL – Rob’s Eclectic Edutainment List. It was primarily aimed at friends and colleagues in the German Department, but it began to expand slowly but surely as my worksites changed over the years. When I moved to the Graduate College Information Office in 1997, this list became the “Quote of the Week,” and when I moved to the ACES James Scholar Honors Program in 2000, it was simply called “Quotemail.” Today, this list can boast over 130 members who receive snippets of poetry and prose, mixed in with some inspiration and humor, every other Friday.

In honor of this auspicious occasion, here are two of my favorite “philosophy of life” poems, which I would like to dedicate to my cousin, A.N.A., on the occasion of her own 23rd birthday, which was also last Thursday. :)

“A Psalm of Life”
(What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist)
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real !   Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, however pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God overhead !

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

“The Rainbow Connecti8on” (1979)
Songwriters: Kenny Ascher / Paul Hamilton Williams
Rainbow Connection lyrics © Walt Disney Music Company

1. Why are there so many
Songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions;
They're only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we've been told and some chose to
Believe it;
But I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it,
The Rainbow Connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

2. Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing
That keeps us stargazing,
What do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it,
That Rainbow Connection,
The lovers the dreamers and me.

All of us under its spell,
We know that it’s probably magic!

3. Have you been fast asleep
And have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls
The young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it;
It's something that I’m supposed to be.
Someday we'll find it,
The rainbow connection...
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Happy 23rd Birthday to Quotemail and to my amazing cousin, A.N.A.! :)

Rob

Thursday, November 8, 2018

SPECIAL EDITION: Remembrance Day 100th Anniversary


Hello everyone –

This Sunday, November 11th, marks the 100th anniversary of the Armistice that ended World War I. Known variously as Armistice Day, Remembrance Day, and Veterans Day, this date marks a time for us to remember, and to be grateful for, all the veterans who made the ultimate sacrifice to ensure our freedom. In this special edition of Quotemail, I have included two poems, both written in 1914, that encapsulate the experience of so many heroes who lived and died in their own time so that future generations might enjoy the blessings of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness in turn.

“For the Fallen”
By Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
Published in The London Times on 21 September 1914

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labor of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

“Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight” (1914)
By Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931)

It is portentous, and a thing of state
That here at midnight, in our little town
A mourning figure walks, and will not rest,
Near the old court-house pacing up and down,
Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards
He lingers where his children used to play,
Or through the market, on the well-worn stones
He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away.
A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black,
A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl
Make him the quaint great figure that men love,
The prairie-lawyer, master of us all.
He cannot sleep upon his hillside now.
He is among us: — as in times before!
And we who toss and lie awake for long
Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door.
His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings.
Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep?
Too many peasants fight, they know not why,
Too many homesteads in black terror weep.
The sins of all the war-lords burn his heart.
He sees the dreadnaughts scouring every main.
He carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now
The bitterness, the folly and the pain.
He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn
Shall come; — the shining hope of Europe free:
The league of sober folk, the Workers’ Earth,
Bringing long peace to Cornland, Alp and Sea.
It breaks his heart that kings must murder still,
That all his hours of travail here for men
Seem yet in vain. And who will bring white peace
That he may sleep upon his hill again?

“In Great Deeds” by Joshua Chamberlain (1828-1914, Union General from Maine)
In great deeds, something abides. On great fields, something stays. Forms change and pass; bodies disappear; but spirits linger, to consecrate ground for the vision-place of souls. … Generations that know us not and that we know not of, heart-drawn to see where and by whom great things were suffered and done for them, shall come to this deathless field, to ponder and dream; and lo! The shadow of a mighty presence shall wrap them in its bosom, and the power of the vision pass into their souls.

Rob