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"It Is Their Care That the Gear Engages; It Is Their Care That the Switches Lock"
"It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock."
The recent computer outage reminded me of one of my favorite poems, Kipling's The Sons of Martha. It has been at times, I'm told, an anthem of engineers; maybe it should be more broadly.
The poem is a reference to a Bible passage from Luke 10:38-42. (The passage, it turns out, immediately follows the story of the Good Samaritan, which is triggered by question from a lawyer—but that's the end of any legal connection.) Indeed, I would say it's something of a criticism of the passage, which runs:
[38] … [Jesus] entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house.
[39] And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus' feet, and heard his word.
[40] But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her therefore that she help me.
[41] And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful [i.e., full of cares] and troubled about many things:
[42] But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.
Here then is the Kipling poem; my favorite parts are the first two lines of each stanza (except the last), but of course you have to read it all:
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part;
But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and the troubled heart.
And because she lost her temper once, and because she was rude to the Lord her Guest,
Her Sons must wait upon Mary's Sons, world without end, reprieve, or rest.It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock.
It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the switches lock.
It is their care that the wheels run truly; it is their care to embark and entrain,
Tally, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land and main.
They say to mountains "Be ye removèd." They say to the lesser floods "Be dry."
Under their rods are the rocks reprovèd—they are not afraid of that which is high.
Then do the hill-tops shake to the summit—then is the bed of the deep laid bare,
That the Sons of Mary may overcome it, pleasantly sleeping and unaware.They finger Death at their gloves' end where they piece and repiece the living wires.
He rears against the gates they tend: they feed him hungry behind their fires.
Early at dawn, ere men see clear, they stumble into his terrible stall,
And hale him forth like a haltered steer, and goad and turn him till evenfall.To these from birth is Belief forbidden; from these till death is Relief afar.
They are concerned with matters hidden—under the earthline their altars are—
The secret fountains to follow up, waters withdrawn to restore to the mouth,
And gather the floods as in a cup, and pour them again at a city's drouth.They do not preach that their God will rouse them a little before the nuts work loose.
They do not preach that His Pity allows them to drop their job when they damn-well choose.
As in the thronged and the lighted ways, so in the dark and the desert they stand,
Wary and watchful all their days that their brethren's ways may be long in the land.Raise ye the stone or cleave the wood to make a path more fair or flat;
Lo, it is black already with the blood some Son of Martha spilled for that!
Not as a ladder from earth to Heaven, not as a witness to any creed,
But simple service simply given to his own kind in their common need.And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessèd—they know the Angels are on their side.
They know in them is the Grace confessèd, and for them are the Mercies multiplied.
They sit at the feet—they hear the Word—they see how truly the Promise runs.
They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and—the Lord He lays it on Martha's Sons!
We Sons of Mary—including in the secular sense, as people who are paid to opine and teach law and Think Deep Thoughts—indeed smile and are blessed; for us the Mercies are indeed multiplied. But it's worth remembering how much of that comes from the burden that Martha's Sons bear.
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I wasn't aware of this poem. I'm a pastor and have preached on this passage many times, as most pastors have. I appreciate learning about Kipling's poem and perspective.
Oh, why doesn’t Rudyard take his straw-manning and put it where the sun never shines?
Yes, serving the equivalent of a church picnic is the equivalent of an engineer digging railway tunnels. And the church picnic is more important than talking to the Guest.
Why not print Rudyard’s praise for the Masons (I wonder who keeps the house while the Masons are busy at the lodge)?
Or maybe you could favor us with “White Man’s Burden”? That never gets old.
Or perhaps his warmongering writings urging the United States to enter World War I?
If you're looking for a non-Christian who wrote about the Philippine war and the British Empire, why not look at someone who opposed both rather than fluffing them? A writer whose balls Rudyard was unworthy to lick:
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/62636/62636-h/62636-h.htm
Twain, ever gracious, appreciated Kipling as a poet and writer, not as a politician:
https://www.themarginalian.org/2012/10/08/hello-goodbye-hello-craig-brown/
I’m a huge Kipling fan, but I can’t help but admire someone who holds a grudge this passionately against a guy who’s been dead for almost 90 years.
I’m not sure I knew of the poem before today, so my grudge may not have been longlasting.
Kipling is a great enough poet to inspire the admiration of Mark Twain, not to mention that “If” is objectively great. If I denied *that,* i’d be damaging my own case against him as a politician and Christian-basher.
Think of Wagner – few people today would deny he was a great, groundbreaking composer, but who would pretend that his politics had no problems?
Plenty of righties now like kipling on enemy-of-my-enemy grounds ("Kipling wasn't woke!"). But would these righties endorse either Kipling’s anti-Christian animus or Wagner’s anti-Jewish animus?
I’m genuinely not sure what you’re referring to. I know he called himself a god-fearing atheist or something like that, but unless I’m just blanking I really don’t perceive anything anti-religious in his work.
Check the very poem under discussion in this thread.
This is just the abstract, but it's interesting:
"Among the works of Rudyard Kipling, there are several short stories set in the Roman World that feature characters who are members of the cult of Mithras. These stories also involve Christian characters, but while the Mithraic initiates are loyal servants of the Roman Empire, the Christians create and attract disorder. The aim of this article is to explore why Kipling chose to make the heroic characters of these stories Mithraic initiates, and present the Christians in a less positive light. It will be argued that Kipling was attacking Christian evangelicals, who he disliked due to his experiences at the hands of one as a child, and also because of the difficult relationship between Christian missionaries and British imperial administrators, especially in the aftermath of the 1857 Indian Mutiny. In contrast, Kipling’s Mithras cult acknowledges that there are ‘many ways to the light’, and, moreover, by inferring that there are many similarities between the cult of Mithras and Christianity, Kipling hoped to urge evangelical Christians to moderate their behaviour and use his depiction of the Mithras cult as an example of how to better approach religious diversity within the Empire."
https://academic.oup.com/crj/article-abstract/13/3/368/6043686?redirectedFrom=fulltext&login=false
Twain had a comment on Wagner. "His music is better than it sounds."
Thing is, it'd be pretty easy to rewrite "The White Man's Burden" as something like "The Woke Person's Burden".
We deplore Kiping because he approved of the British Raj's attempts to suppress certain aspects of Indian cultures. But the same people who're the loudest in their deploring were probably very much in favor of raising the status of women in Afghanistan, however traditional Afghani culture might've felt about it; they're undoubtedly keen on ending clitoridectomy worldwide, however important it is in various traditions; and, on the home front, they're not at all opposed to stamping out various aspects of rural American culture. "Half devil and half child" actually sees like a pretty good summary of a lot of media descriptions of Trumpistas; or, to translate it into more modern idiom, "half racist and half dupe".
"they’re undoubtedly keen on ending clitoridectomy worldwide"
Bullcrap; the woke are practitioners of genital mutilation, not opponents.
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Kipling's poem isn't actually about Mary and Martha, or about how 'correct' the original parable is.
He's just stealing the starting reference to create a new metaphor, about how very important engineers are in the modern world.
Stealing references from the bible and re-using them for completely different purposes is a long and proud literary tradition.
It's the same with any other famous written work. People do the same thing to Shakespeare all the time.
Engineering, the highest art, and greatest science, field there is. Humanity is nothing without it.
We Sons of Mary—including in the secular sense, as people who are paid to opine and teach law and Think Deep Thoughts—indeed smile and are blessed; for us the Mercies are indeed multiplied. But it's worth remembering how much of that comes from the burden that Martha's Sons bear.
This angers me. As someone who pleases both goddesses, I wonder what the hell's wrong with everybody else.
I question the deepness of the thoughts of a profession that picks a position, then conjures into existence rationalizations to support it. You take others’ deep thoughts, and trumpet them, or shit on them, depending on your already-decided positions. If those same important deep thoughts get in the way of a different, already-decided position, tear it down instead of push it up.
Technically, this is neurosis, the keeping in the mind as true two contradictory ideas. Or would be, if there was early stage psychosis going on, rather than simple evil manipulation.
How’s that for a brand new deep thought?
Old and shallow.
In a way, I think passages like this one are some of the strongest evidence for the historicity of Jesus. If you were going to make something up completely, why include this kind of thing? It makes far more sense if there was a real guy who was kind of a dick sometimes.
That parable and the Prodigal Son played a big part in my loss of faith. They both flew in the face of the values that my parents had instilled in me. They also played a part in my realization that my parents didn't really understand the teachings of their own faith.
They say that adolesence begins when you realize you're parents aren't perfect and that adulthood begins when you forgive them for it. I'm still working on the adulthood part.
I’m sorry you lost your faith, but it’s easy enough to take one Bible passage and ignore others which give a broader context.
It’s possible at one and the same time to say that talking to God Himself may have more priority than setting up the church picnic, while *also* affirming that –
-Jesus did physical work most of his life, an implicit rebuke to rich pagans who disdained such work as only fit for slaves
-If thou shalt not work, neither shalt thou eat.
etc.
And your parents could believe in the parable of the prodigal son and *at the same time* reject universalism and believing that those who neglected the poor would be cast into the everlasting fire.
(If that's what they believed)
What's not said is how INCREDIBLY dangerous the early railroads were.
" it is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the switches lock. It is their care that the wheels run truly"
I believe gears are a reference to bridges, which were quite unsafe back then. If the points on a switch didn't lock, it would derail the train, as would a wheel that wasn't running true (straight).
"They finger Death at their gloves' end where they piece and repiece the living wires."
Half of all linemen died on the job from electrocution. Half....
He rears against the gates they tend: they feed him hungry behind their fires."
Boiler explosions were common. Letting the water level get too low was the most frequent cause (even superheated water cooled the steel of the boiler) although there often were others, and the real problem with steam locomotives was not even their inefficiency as much as the massive amount of maintenance they required. All the moving parts to lubricate, all the nuts to tighten....
A good Kipling poem, in the engineering vein, is his poem "Hymn of Breaking Strain". This was widely quoted in some circles after the Challenger disaster.
The careful text-books measure
(Let all who build beware!)
The load, the shock, the pressure
Material can bear.
So, when the buckled girder
Lets down the grinding span,
The blame of loss, or murder,
Is laid upon the man.
Not on the Stuff — the Man!
But in our daily dealing
With stone and steel, we find
The Gods have no such feeling
Of justice toward mankind.
To no set gauge they make us —
For no laid course prepare —
And presently o'ertake us
With loads we cannot bear:
Too merciless to bear.
The prudent text-books give it
In tables at the end -
The stress that shears a rivet
Or makes a tie-bar bend —
What traffic wrecks macadam —
What concrete should endure —
But we, poor Sons of Adam
Have no such literature,
To warn us or make sure!
We hold all Earth to plunder —
All Time and Space as well —
Too wonder-stale to wonder
At each new miracle;
Till, in the mid-illusion
Of Godhead 'neath our hand,
Falls multiple confusion
On all we did or planned —
The mighty works we planned.
We only of Creation
(Oh, luckier bridge and rail!)
Abide the twin damnation —
To fail and know we fail.
Yet we - by which sure token
We know we once were Gods —
Take shame in being broken
However great the odds —
The Burden or the Odds.
Oh, veiled and secret Power
Whose paths we seek in vain,
Be with us in our hour
Of overthrow and pain;
That we - by which sure token
We know Thy ways are true —
In spite of being broken,
Because of being broken,
May rise and build anew,
Stand up and build anew!
It’s easy to grin,
When your ship comes in,
And you’ve got the Stock Market beat,
But the man to admire,
Is the one who can smile,
When his pants are too tight in the seat! (idiotic laughter)
Frank “it’s a Titelist”
ME: chatgpt, write a poem in the style of rudyard kipling based on the geto boyz' still
ChatGPT
When you're faced with days of darkness and despair,
With shadows creeping closer, and your heart laid bare,
When the world's weight presses down, and hope seems thin,
Remember, son, the strength lies deep within.
When morning breaks and your mind's a battlefield,
And the whispers of defeat won't let you yield,
When the ghosts of past mistakes haunt your mind,
Look them in the eye, leave the pain behind.
If you can walk through life with courage unshaken,
While the world around you feels so forsaken,
If you can stand tall while your spirit's tested,
Know that in those moments, you're truly blessed.
For in the streets where the sun rarely shines,
And the line between right and wrong intertwines,
Where the voices of the broken sing their tune,
Rise above the din, find your inner boon.
If you can hold your head high, and never bow,
While life's storm rages on, here and now,
If you can stand firm, with grit and grace,
You'll conquer any challenge, any place.
And when the night falls, with its deafening still,
Recall the strength, the iron of your will,
For in the silence, with your mind made free,
You'll find the power to be who you're meant to be.
Of course, ChatGPT is basing their poem on the lifetime of work Kipling went through to define his style.
Loved the Sopranos episode when the 2 idiot young guys rob Silvio’s Poker game and the Dealer spouts off that line from “If” about keeping your head and the Idiots just kill him out of pure annoyance
Frank