Well, today's meeting was a great one. We began with some extravaganza news, and are preparing for the Third Annual (yes, it's number three) Writing Contest. If you are a Joplin High School student and would like to enter please visit the Extravaganza section of our webpage or Mrs. Jarrett in room C104. We also read a poem titled Invictus (posted below), and had a discussion on purpose. This conversation sparked deep thought from most on his or her purpose in life and how things can change over time. Briefly we spoke about the writer Sora Neal Hurston and her purpose in writing. The Guild recommends you take the time to refrence some of her work, which can be found on the links page of this site. Thanks to everyone supporting the Writers' Guild and to Nana for providing snacks at todays meeting.
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.
William Ernest Henley
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.
William Ernest Henley