Showing posts with label Guest Post. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guest Post. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

'If' by Rudyard Kipling


Movember's Muse - 'If' by Rudyard Kipling, 

If—BY RUDYARD KIPLING

(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)

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!

Source: A Choice of Kipling's Verse (1943)

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Coffee Mug

Robbie Pruitt, Drawing © 2007 by Brittany Arnold

Coffee Mug is a guest post by one of my Bible and Theology in the Arts students, Randolph Rameau. Randolph was given this creative writing assignment in his creative writing class where the prompt was to write from Mr. Pruitt’s coffee mug’s experience with Mr. Pruitt. Randolph did a fantastic job here and it is with great joy, and with his permission, that I share this little jewel with you. Hope you enjoy!

Coffee Mug, by Randolph Rameau

Bitterly awaiting my fate, I heard the familiar noise of the coffee pot boiling next to me “Smff.” Soon, he would come roaring in, demanding of my service.

The door flung open as he torpidly dragged himself towards me. Forcefully grabbing my handle, he poured the scorching hot coffee into me. His parched lips cried out, “Coffee!” as he downed the first sip sucking the life out of me like those creatures who roam the night looking for prey. Like a vampire draining the life from its victims, the coffee inside me was drained. I was abandoned, left behind and dried out, but I knew it was not the end-there was more coming.

He ordered me to stay intact, to await his return. I only had a few minutes to spare until the sweltering hot liquid would refill my interior. He reappeared through the portal, this time prepared for the day. He blabbered at me, “Students, baby, grading, huff and something about the neighbors.”

He sat down on the kitchen chair; trying to comfort me he said, “Sweet coffee, you make my day, without you I would be a mess.” Burning with jealousy and sentiments of un-appreciation, my handle cracked and the blazing hot coffee ran across his lap; he could do nothing, but run, screaming to his wife.

That was the highlight of my miserable life; knowing he related to my pain filled me with joy. I wondered, would he throw me away, would I end up in the dumpster?

I did not care; I was prepared for the worst to come…