What does /lit/ think of The White Man's Burden?
It's tough but most people outside 4chan wouldn't understand.
The Kipling Opinion test is a litmus test for plebbery. When asked his opinion on Kipling, the testee will typically give one of four answers:
>-1: He was an imperialist racist fucking white male!
>0: Who?
>1: You know, I don't think his work should be permanently marred by his racism and imperialism. He was a product of his time.
>∞: I like Kipling.
At level 0, the testee is graded "Total Fucking Pleb," and it is recommended that he read The Jungle Book. At level 1, the testee is graded "Pleb," advised to read more, and asked not to speak in tautologies. At level ∞, "Patrician," fruitful conversation can commence at the leisure of the tester and testee.
At level -1, "Terminal Pleb," the damage is deemed irreparable, and a new conversation partner must be sought immediately before the tester is charged with attempted rape.
>>8351269
>indentured servant memes
>le I'm totally not scum cuz I ain't a nigger
Stay woke white boy
>>8351254
Recessional is the better poem.
>>8351269
Where's the option for "I think his writing is mostly dreadful kitsch"?
>>8351354
Kitsch is the perfect word for Kipling. He's so shockingly inferior to his contemporaries
I like the one where he determines that he'd rather smoke his cigar than stay with his girl
If- was good too
>>8351362
Can you find a better stoic poem than If- ?
Speakin’ in general, I ’ave tried ’em all—
The ’appy roads that take you o’er the world.
Speakin’ in general, I ’ave found them good
For such as cannot use one bed too long,
But must get ’ence, the same as I ’ave done,
An’ go observin’ matters till they die.
What do it matter where or ’ow we die,
So long as we’ve our ’ealth to watch it all—
The different ways that different things are done,
An’ men an’ women lovin’ in this world;
Takin’ our chances as they come along,
An’ when they ain’t, pretendin’ they are good?
In cash or credit—no, it aren’t no good;
You ’ave to ’ave the ’abit or you’d die,
Unless you lived your life but one day long,
Nor didn’t prophesy nor fret at all,
But drew your tucker some’ow from the world,
An’ never bothered what you might ha’ done.
But, Gawd, what things are they I ’aven’t done?
I’ve turned my ’and to most, an’ turned it good,
In various situations round the world—
For ’im that doth not work must surely die;
But that's no reason man should labour all
’Is life on one same shift—life’s none so long.
Therefore, from job to job I’ve moved along.
Pay couldn’t ’old me when my time was done,
For something in my ’ead upset it all,
Till I ’ad dropped whatever ’twas for good,
An’, out at sea, be’eld the dock-lights die,
An’ met my mate—the wind that tramps the world!
It’s like a book, I think, this bloomin’ world,
Which you can read and care for just so long,
But presently you feel that you will die
Unless you get the page you’re readin’ done,
An’ turn another—likely not so good;
But what you’re after is to turn ’em all.
Gawd bless this world! Whatever she ’ath done—
Excep’ when awful long I’ve found it good.
So write, before I die, ‘’E liked it all!’
>>8351374
Can you find a stoic poem other than If?
>>8351386
Riches I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream,
That vanished with the morn:
And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!"
Yes, as my swift days near their goal:
’Tis all that I implore;
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.
>>8351254
Take up the white man's burden
Send forth the best ye breed
Go bind your sons in exile
To serve your captives need
I love it. Also love "When the Saxon Began to Hate"
>>8351415
Didn't know that Emily Brontë wrote a stoic poem. Decent though.