He opens his drawer, you got a notebook
or anything that you keep ideas in?

I shake my head,
just a pile of old paper, Sir.

He passes me a notebook
a proper posh little
hardbacked black one.

Here     he says             have this
I keep one around like I used to in the bands,
you’ve got to grab those ideas when they come
or else they’re gone forever you know?
And he waves his hand above his head
tryna grab summat that in’t there. 

No one used to tell me to write my ideas down
Nate      but they were just there knocking on the
inside of my head until I did –
just like the poet in the video
and you          I think you have the flow
you have to grab that pen, Nate
let it all go. 

He spins round in his chair
and types summat into Google, 

And he spins back round to look at me
proper kind look in his eyes, 

It helps you process the world,    you know?
All that heavy stuff we have to carry.
Then he glances at his watch,
Oooooops       staff meeting
I’ve got to go Nate        see you tomorrow.

by Matt Goodfellow

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