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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

If

My Father and I never had the greatest relationship.  Unfortunately, I had to figure out much about life on my own.  All of that aside, one of the most respectable things my father ever did for me was force me to commit this poem to memory.

If

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 imposters 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 wornout 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 breath 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! 


-Rudyard Kipling

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Gil Scott-Heron - "Me and the Devil"




Respect if you know who this man is.  If you don't, please educate yourself.  You may have heard the term, "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised." at some point in your life.  He is the author of the original poem.  He's a poet who's career is largely defined by his works from the 1960s and '70s.

He's had a seemingly lifetime history with drugs and addiction but always manages to stay sober just long enough to rekindle his gift with words.  This is his latest from a forthcoming album.