- AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
- I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
- Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
- And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
- We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
- That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
- But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
- So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
- We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
- Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
- But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
- That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
- With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
- They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
- They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
- So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
- When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
- They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
- But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
- And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
- On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
- (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
- Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
- And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."
- In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
- By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
- But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
- And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
- Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
- And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
- That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
- And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
- As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
- There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
- That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
- And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wobbling back to the Fire;
- And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
- When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
- As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
- The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
Who are these Gods? As far as I understand it, they represent common sense and native instinct as opposed to fanciful ideology and utopian theory. They are constantly neglected but they always return when the fancy stuff leads to disaster as it unfailingly does. As it is doing now. Clever, unwise people think they know better than the dunderheads of the past. They think human beings can be improved from without, that they can be coerced into goodness, but every experiment in this direction denies inbuilt reality, the reality that water is wet and fire burns, and instead of the promised Utopia we get a version of hell.
Look at that line 'all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins'. Is that not where we are today? Then there is the Fuller Life which starts by loving your neighbour and ends by loving his wife until women had no more children and men lost reason and faith. That's liberalism in a nutshell. And note that it's not just faith that is lost. Reason goes too as it is doing in our day. When you cut yourself off from truth, you have nothing to anchor you in reality. You go mad.
The poem was published 100 years ago this year. Already the direction was indicated but I don't suppose Kipling could have imagined where it would end up. But he knew the path it would take.
Copybooks were books in which you wrote down the same thing many times. This was partly to improve your handwriting but also to impress the lines, a maxim maybe or a rule, on your memory. Dismissed as parrot learning but it actually worked. Naturally, the virtue of the thing depends on what you are writing but, if it is a piece of sage advice, as it usually was, this is probably the best way to get it to stick in your mind and protect you against the fashionable raving of experimentalists who always believe they can improve the world but don't bother finding out first what the world actually is.
Beware the smooth-talking Gods of the Market Place. What they have to sell is spiritual poison.
Wonderful poem! We often forget the fragility of lies and the stubborn solidity of truth, and we begin to be afraid that falsehood will achieve some ultimate triumph. It can never happen, no matter how many attempts are made, no matter how loud and long the harangue of the demagogue of the hour. No matter how difficult it may seem to us to live in truth, it is always far more difficult to live a lie.
ReplyDeletePerhaps you should say "traditional common sense," since most people nowadays seem to believe we have somehow transcended the reality these proverbs describe. And I would not say "natural common sense," since proverbs are necessary because men and women of all ages have shown such a strong inclination to pretend this reality doesn't exist. Folly is the old name for living in defiance of reality, and tradition tells us that human folly is an incorrigible part of reality. And it is, of course, the greatest folly is to imagine that one has left folly behind.
ReplyDeleteYes, that makes sense ( if I can phrase it so.) The old cliché that common sense is the last common of senses seems truer than ever.
ReplyDeleteor even least common.
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