#Kipling

[unbfacts]

In 2005, Canadian Kyle MacDonald began with a single red paperclip and, through a series of 14 trades over a year, eventually acquired a two-story farmhouse in Kipling, Saskatchewan. His initial trade was the paperclip for a fish-shaped pen, and subsequent trades included items like a hand-sculpted doorknob, a camping stove, and a recording contract.

[balioc]

The Daycare

When I was a King and a Baby -- yet burdened with unskilled hands --

My works were wrought for me by giants, who harkened to my commands.

For me they drew oceans of water; for me they hewed forests of wood;

And though they were foolish and clumsy, I’m sure they did all that they could.  

But every slave is a villain, and every love betrays,

And my giants schemed to dethrone me and return to their idle days.

In the dark of the morning they seized me, without any reason or rhyme,

To carry me off to a prison where I languished for time beyond time. 

In that dismal place I grew stronger, and harder, and cunning, and bold; 

And took heart in the secrets and stories that the other prisoners told.  

For a hoary old toddler once whispered, as I lay in my gloom on the floor:

“Even this Hell will be Harrowed.  In time, you will go home once more.”

So I clutched to my hopes, and I waited; I sat at the feet of the the wise;

I sifted the lessons of power from the words of my jailers’ lies.

Then after an aeon, or twenty -- my giants appeared at the gate!

With penitent tears they embraced me, and returned me to royal estate.  

---------

When I was a King and a Baby, in the masterful noon of my reign,

I endured, with solemn acceptance, endless treasons in my domain.

In time They would always turn rebel; in time, They would cast me away;

And in time They would always return, to raise me up high.  Yet again.  Come what may.

I await now my durance with patience.  When it comes, I shed nary a tear --

But abide, and comfort my fellows, through all their despairing fear.  

And this above all do I teach them, as a King in that wretched corps:

“Even this Hell will be Harrowed.  In time, you will go home once more.”

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

" Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind. "

- Rudyard Kipling

[serpentinesheldonserpentine]

To be your own man is hard business. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself. Kipling

[trogo-auto-egocratico]

Si puedes conservar la cabeza cuando a tu alrededor todos la pierden y te echan la culpa; si puedes confiar en ti mismo cuando los demás dudan de ti, pero al mismo tiempo tienes en cuenta su duda;

si puedes esperar y no cansarte de la espera, o siendo engañado por los que te rodean, no pagar con mentiras, o siendo odiado no dar cabida al odio, y no obstante no parecer demasiado bueno, ni hablar con demasiada sabiduría…

Si puedes soñar y no dejar que los sueños te dominen; si puedes pensar y no hacer de los pensamientos tu objetivo; si puedes encontrarte con el triunfo y el fracaso (desastre)y tratar a estos dos impostores de la misma manera;

si puedes soportar el escuchar la verdad que has dicho: tergiversada por bribones para hacer una trampa para los necios,o contemplar destrozadas las cosas a las que habías dedicado tu vida y agacharte y reconstruirlas con las herramientas desgastadas…

Si puedes hacer un hato con todos tus triunfos y arriesgarlo todo de una vez a una sola carta, y perder, y comenzar de nuevo por el principio y no dejar de escapar nunca una palabra sobre tu pérdida;

y si puedes obligar a tu corazón, a tus nervios y a tus músculos a servirte en tu camino mucho después de que hayan perdido su fuerza, excepto La Voluntad que les dice «¡Continuad!»

Si puedes hablar con la multitud y perseverar en la virtud o caminar entre Reyes y no cambiar tu manera de ser;

si ni los enemigos ni los buenos amigos pueden dañarte, si todos los hombres cuentan contigo pero ninguno demasiado;

si puedes emplear el inexorable minuto recorriendo una distancia que valga los sesenta segundos tuya es la Tierra y todo lo que hay en ella, y lo que es más, serás un hombre, hijo mío.

Rudyard Kipling.

Si (If).

[notes-from-sarah]

Fav pages/panels

Excalibur (2004) #6 by Chris Claremont

Excalibur (2004) #9 by Chris Claremont

Excalibur (2004) #14 by Chris Claremont

Confirmed: Magneto loves to read to people to make them feel better when they're sick (and sometimes has to wear cheaters to see)

[nemeasis]

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:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

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!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

[mccharmlys]

I've seen like 0 talk of him ever i think hes a little silly

[ordinary-beautiful]

"Humph"

[kuroich]

[seasonal-bakes-rated]

Mr Kipling - Hot Cross Pies

Couldn’t resist giving these a go… if it has a cross on top, it’s going in the basket!

Sweet shortcrust pastry, that had a bit of a soggy bottom, filled with a spiced fruit mixture that’s mostly little chunks of apple.

With a crispier pastry these could be delicious. I may have to try them from the oven.

6/10

[deathwolf9000]

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

" Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind. "

- Rudyard Kipling

[blackswaneuroparedux]

One man in a thousand, Solomon says, Will stick more close than a brother. And it’s worth while seeking him half your days If you find him before the other. Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend On what the world sees in you, But the Thousandth Man will stand your friend With the whole round world agin you.

Rudyard Kipling, The Thousandth Man

[aoneko-lee]

The Sack of the Gods

They will come back — come back again, as long as the red Earth rolls.

He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think He would squander souls?

By: Kipling

[p-isforpoetry]

"Rikki Tikki Tavi" by Rudyard Kipling (read by Ralph Fiennes) [excerpt]

"Rikki-Tikki-Tavi" is a short story in the 1894 short story collection The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling about adventures of a valiant young Indian grey mongoose.

Source: Ralph Fiennes reads Rudyard Kipling, 2010

(Note: only the first half of the story was recorded for this audio. The full story can be read here.)