Even the most chillingly honest among us remain liars, at least to ourselves. Self-delusion is endemically human and not always a bad thing. It can serve as a useful motivator. Take the annual farce of New Year’s resolutions, those earnestly mustered plans for self-improvement made each January 1 and abandoned January 2. I have never bothered making them, as I know the feebleness of my own resolve.
Rudyard Kipling, who had just turned twenty-one, published his poem “New Year Resolutions” in the Civil and Military Gazette, a newspaper in Lahore, India, on January 1, 1887. It remained unpublished again until 2013, in a collected edition of his poems. He resolves to give up gambling, dancing, flirting and smoking:
1.
“I am
resolved throughout the year
To lay my
vices on the shelf;
A godly,
sober course to steer
And love my
neighbours as myself --
Excepting
always two or three
Whom I
detest as they hate me.
2.
“I am
resolved--that whist is low--
Especially
with cards like mine--
It guts a
healthy Bank-book--so
These
earthly pleasures I resign,
Except--and
here I see no sin--
When asked
by others to ‘cut in.’
3.
“I am
resolved--no more o’ dance
With
ingenues--so help me Venus!
It gives the
Chaperone her chance
For hinting
Heaven knows what between us.
The Ballroom
and the Altar stand
Too close in
this suspicious land.
(N.B.) But
will I (here ten names) abandon?
No, while I
have a leg to stand on.
4.
“I am
resolved--to sell my horses.
They cannot
stay, they will not go;
They lead me
into evil courses
Wherefore I
mean to part with--No!
Cut out that
resolution--I’ll
Try Jilt
to-morrow on the mile.
5.
“I am
resolved--to flirt no more,
It leads to strife and tribulation;
Not that I used to flirt before,
But as a bar against temptation.
Here I except (cut out the names)
Perfectly Platonic flames.
6.
“I am
resolved--to drop my smokes,
The Trichi
has an evil taste;
I cannot buy
the brands of Oakes,
But, lest I
take a step in haste,
And so upset
my health, I choose a
‘More
perfect way’ in pipes and Poona.
7.
“I am
resolved--that vows like these,
Though lightly made, are hard to keep;
Wherefore I’ll take them by degrees,
Lest my back-slidings make me weep.
One vow a year will see me through;
And I’'ll begin with Number Two.”
The speaker’s
final resolution recalls one of the slogans adopted by Alcoholics Anonymous
-- “One Day at a Time” -- though he retains the delusion that he can
maintain one resolution for a year. Human nature is perversely averse even to morally sound change, which comes incrementally, if at all. It helps that Kipling has a sense of humor.
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I have an edition of Kipling's collected poems, published in 1940, around here somewhere. I should dig it out and familiarize myself with it.
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