Prelude

Prelude (To “The Departmental Ditties”) by Rudyard Kipling I have eaten your bread and salt. I have drunk your water and wine. The deaths ye died I have watched beside, And the lives ye led were mine. Was there aught that I did not share In vigil or toil or ease, – One joy or woe that I did not know, Dear hearts across the seas? I have written the tale of our life For a sheltered people’s mirth, In jesting guise – but ye are wise, And ye shall know what the jest is worth.…

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More Kipling

More Kipling

While I love poetry, and Kipling is by far my favorite, it’s been the Didact who not only has been posting excellent works, but has been focusing on the works and observations of this man. Go see his latest post. Like much of Kiplings work it ponders human nature, and more broadly applies than at first glance.  In a more general sense, it applies to those with no skin in the game who nevertheless wish to tell you what to do, and backseat drivers. As an aside – it’s one thing to seek advice from someone with knowledge and…

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Macdonough's Song

Macdonough's Song

Few realize that Rudyard Kipling also wrote a couple of science fiction stories – *With the Night Mail*and As Easy as ABC. Both feature a international organization – the Aerial Board of Control – that managed all airship traffic and supressed nationalist tendencies. The second of the stories, As Easy as A. B. C. in particular deals with a a Board of Control ship supressing a democratic revolt in Chicago. It’s interesting on several fronts. Namely – this is presented as a supposedly a utopian setting. People live longer, the economy is stable, etc. yet people yearn for more. The system is…

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The Eathen

The Eathen

I sortof knew Kipling did poetry, if only because of the scraps of doggerel found in The Jungle Book and Just So Stories. Yet somehow, until nearly high school, and picking up a copy of the fourth volume of the “There Will Be War” series by Pournelle (because I already loved the collected short stories in “The Mercenary” and hey, the cover looked cool…), I had completely avoided discovering he was a fucking poet of the first order. And then I read “The ‘Eathen” Poetry is meant to be read aloud, and you can’t help, due to his punctuation,…

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Kipling: Study of an Elevation, In Indian Ink

Kipling: Study of an Elevation, In Indian Ink

Even back in my blue-pill and, bluntly, somewhat gamma days, I read this poem in high school and recognized what a sad, jealous, petty, sack of shit the narrator of this poem was. Study of an Elevation, in Indian Ink This ditty is a string of lies. But—how the deuce did Gubbins rise? POTIPHAR GUBBINS, C.E., Stands at the top of the tree; And I muse in my bed on the reasons that led To the hoisting of Potiphar G. Potiphar Gubbins, C.E., Is seven years junior to Me; Each bridge that he makes either buckles or…

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