If – A Poem by Rudyard Kipling
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"Kipling is a jingo imperialist, he is morally insensitive and aesthetically disgusting. It is better to start by admitting that, and then to try to find out why it is that he survives while the refined people who have sniggered at him seem to wear so badly."
[1] https://www.orwellfoundation.com/the-orwell-foundation/orwel...
Looking at why work persists despite the negatives is a far better practice than looking for negatives to belittle work.
But because (Kipling) identifies himself with the official class, he does possess one thing which ‘enlightened’ people seldom or never possess, and that is a sense of responsibility. The middle-class Left hate him for this quite as much as for his cruelty and vulgarity. All left-wing parties in the highly industrialized countries are at bottom a sham, because they make it their business to fight against something which they do not really wish to destroy. They have internationalist aims, and at the same time they struggle to keep up a standard of life with which those aims are incompatible. We all live by robbing Asiatic coolies, and those of us who are ‘enlightened’ all maintain that those coolies ought to be set free; but our standard of living, and hence our ‘enlightenment’, demands that the robbery shall continue. ...
Although he had no direct connexion with any political party, Kipling was a Conservative, a thing that does not exist nowadays. Those who now call themselves Conservatives are either Liberals, Fascists or the accomplices of Fascists. He identified himself with the ruling power and not with the opposition. In a gifted writer this seems to us strange and even disgusting, but it did have the advantage of giving Kipling a certain grip on reality.
Great text by Orwell. Especially with the idea that Kipling’s outlook is pre-fascist, and that we should understand, read and criticize him only in that way.
Of course, it would also work for TS Eliot.
Another excerpt of my favorite bathroom poems:
“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.”
Poet William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)
I agree that depending on the context, it can be interpreted differently, and I also accept that poetry will not mean the same thing to everyone.
Regardless - I have confidence you will surmount and grow from the challenges you are facing.
Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean— the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down— who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
Four spaces- Invictus, Henley
- Do not go gentle into that good night, Thomas
- Desiderata, Ehrmann
- The Man in the Arena (Citizenship in a Republic ), Roosevelt (prose, not poem)
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
That Welsh bloke had a pretty decent turn of word.To be honest, I don't think you need this poem to be explained to you by someone else - it is what you make of it. The language used is so simple - no word has more than two syllables. The reason you love it is because that Welsh bloke is so skillful in his turn of phrase and how he deploys words. He slaps words on a page and each word has a cadence, set of syllables and a rhythm. He knows how to bolt words together and intertwine them into a poem.
You already know what this poem means because you have already said that you have always loved it.
Perhaps you should read it to someone close to you and discuss it ...
Was hal!
You think he foresaw and disapproved of universal basic income?
I just think that concept wanting your son to embrace that poem is sweet, but I have a bias.
I cry when I burp I cry when I pee Sometimes I cry Reason without any
I cry when I want milk I cry when I have gas And boy can I cry High pitch and low bass
I cry when u pick me up I cry when u put me down In the middle of the night Loud enough to wake the town
I cry when I poop I cry when I fart But most of all I cry From my Papa when I part !
Happy new year hn !
One of my personal favorites of Kipling's poems is Gunga Din: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46783/gunga-din
But the common feeling is greeting card sentiment poured forth with the stridency of a real professional.
It's quite a decent poem and it lends itself to being read out loud. You can fiddle with the rhythm, volume and all sorts. Basically, it is extremely malleable, which is probably not a Eng Lit term but it works for me.
It also has quite a formidable message.
For example, if you risk everything you have, how does that affect your family if it is material possessions that you are risking. I get it when it's all your reputation if you deeply believe in something.
Another place, it says-
> nor talk too wise
It tells you too be humble when talking with others, do not let your knowledge or wisdom known. But how does this affect your students when you are a professor?
For me personally, I love being around accomplished, wise people who love to talk. I get to learn so much.
You have to be a good listener to make these sort of people open up, but no matter what there were 2-3 people in my life who wouldn't open up- to anyone- due to humility and shyness.
You can't learn from them.
Not saying that interpretation is correct, just what my take away was.
Rudyard Kipling
> Rudyard Kipling was a 4:30 miler
Quenton Cassidy (from the novel Once A Runner)
For example, i have been living with this for the past few years;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
Gives me Solace.here’s one version:
...
If you addressed a virulent pandemic By grokking each new trend that had begun, Your wisdom was enriched and epistemic And you made bank in 2021.
"If" has loads of points that can be inflexed, emphasised or whatever and you can play with volume and rhythm too. Its extremely malleable.
It's a pretty decent poem.
Happy new year to all the awesome moms out there, especially my own :)
"If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—"
“Sixty seconds’ worth of distance run” is alluding to the fact that running long distances is tough. And you force yourself to do “just one more minute” to keep on going.
So when you are facing the longest minute of your life you make yourself keep on going; the unforgiving minute is one in which you push yourself, because you know that you have to - but you also know that most likely you have to push yourself for one more minute again and again.
So what Kipling is saying is “if, when - despite things being tough - you can force yourself to keep going, even though you know the next minute might be as tough, or even tougher…”
Essentially, there is no greater purpose or person giving you slack---if you can be proud of each second of each minute, the world is your own.
The differences in our interpretations of the poem is what makes it a great poem though. Both readings have very similar messages, and both messages are very impactful.
"sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—": cram every second within that precious minute with as much life as you can.
You only get one shot with your life. Make it count.
Other interpretations in this thread are also valid. Part of why it is one of my favorite poems.
More extended discussion on this passage in the poem:
https://english.stackexchange.com/questions/298659/in-rudyar...
He died suddenly this year. I feel sad and numb reading it again.
With key and swipe and press,
And appreciate all their coding,
Though internally ‘tis a mess…
Privacy nears death
Rustle it up for all of the original verses and then set it to a faux sea shanty. Tik Tok will wet itself.
Was hal.
But yes I'm quite against the tendency to crucify dead people, which is annoyingly prevalent in some circles.
See the poem, (and play, and film adaptation - which is a moving depiction of his experience of his son being killed) my boy jack.
Although as for "product of his time" and WW1 poetry in general, remember that Wilfred Owen was writing around the same time and is very much ahead of many warmongers to this day. People are products of their circumstances, cultural and temporal.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decoru...
A friend of mine's great-whatever apparently confessed on his deathbed to having shot his commanding officer who had begun summarily executing retreating soldiers for deserting (i.e. not walking directly into a wall of machine gun fire)
That being said the former viewpoint is still being elucidated to many people so I am not overly critical of those who express it too enthusiastically.
The Mythos of Churchill must be challenged, just as the good celebrated and analysed.
Very few people seem to know of Clement Attlee these days, which is probably a tragedy considering his influence on what really matters in Britain today.
Look beyond the cover.
A very related work, if assuming the "imperialist" interpretation of The White Man's Burden, is the documentary Empire of Dust[0]. In this, a Chinese man is sent to a region in Africa to help build up various capabilities and the subsequent philosophical and practical issues that arise. I highly recommend it, but only if you (the watcher) can set aside your preexisting notions on the topics addressed.
[0]: (hopefully this works) https://vimeo.com/371805969
In fact, the connection between the poem "If" and colonialism is even more direct:
> To take one example, Rudyard Kipling’s poem ‘If…’ (1895), which acts as a guide to manhood for his son, takes inspiration from colonial administrator Leander Starr Jameson, presenting him as the ideal man.
Source: https://projects.history.qmul.ac.uk/thehistorian/2017/05/12/...
Edit: the point is, it is very unsurprising that the author of The White Man's Burden would also have written this particular poem.
Yes, and all the better for it.
But lets not pretend that it is some off-the-rails racist screed. We still do try to export our cultural values to developing nations (e.g. women's education to Afghanistan, or elimination of FGM in Africa) and are sometimes resented for it. We should be pushed to champion those kinds of causes, even if they are thankless.
Now those cultural values certainly aren't spread in a vacuum; they are usually accompanied by other less-benevolent forms of imperialism. Exploitation isn't what Kipling is calling for; he is certainly racist, but he is trying to be benevolent.
As a counterpoint, may I suggest https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Man%27s_Burden as a variation on the theme.
Take up the Black Man's burden -- Send us the best ye breed!
Anyone up to a response to "it", ie. son's response to father?
you're wrong, I hate working
you're wrong, I hate taking responsibility
you're wrong, I hate caring about others
you're wrong, nothing that happens to me is in my control
you're wrong, the world is too big for me to influence
you're wrong, i am too important to be ignored
you're wrong, other people are assholes
you're wrong, I could have done better
Yes, we are probably wrong most of the time but we still care for you.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48419/this-be-the-ver...
Whether he’s a poet or not is simply a matter of semantics, and also not relevant to the poem “If”. There’s also this quote in the link you provided:
> there appeared in one of our magazines a poem by Rudyard Kipling, the greatest poet of England at this time
For example, Kipling wanted to end sati (widows burning to death) because it was against his “white man’s” values, today we would be just as against it snd do whatever we could to stop it (probably mostly with soft power) in the name of women’s rights.
Either way, the reduction of someone who lived a full and rich life, an enormously popular and Nobel Prize winning writer to “well, actually he was problematic” is not healthy.
Isn't the modern thinking we should help young men express, not repress, their emotions?
How's that working out?