“The Gods of the Copybook Headings”

Los "copybook headings" eran los encabezados de las libretas para los estudiantes británicos del siglo XIX. Estos eran proverbios y enseñanzas básicas sobre virtud, honestidad, sentido común y sabiduría. Tenian que copiarse en toda la página, con el fín de practicar la escritura, miestras se repasaban principios básicos para la vida. 

Despues de la plaga del 1918-1920 y la muerte de su hijo (1917) como una de las miles de víctimas de la primera guerra mundial, ni siquiera su nacionalismo (reconocido como el poeta del imperio o escritor del imperio) evitó que Kipling previera las nefastas consecuencias de la proliferación del liberalismo, materialismo y el desor de satisfacer fantasías (dioses del mercado) en el futuro. Advierte, entonces, la necesidad de retornar a las enseñanzas más básicas -ilustradas en los "dioses de los encabezados de libretas". 

Es en una coyuntura metamoderna que quisiera compartir este poema con intención de reflexionar. Estas son las voces que nos gusta ignorar muchas veces, las de los profetas. 

 “The Gods of the Copybook Headings”

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 wabbling 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!

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Rudyard Kipling
Bombay India (1865)- Londres (1936)
Premio Nobel de Literatura (1907)
Mejor conocido por su obra para niños "The Jungle Book"