Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel (Sentanka)

He had do fight all odds
A man of unbreakable idealism
Alone with his ideas

A mysterious death at high sea
The truth will never be known
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Gegen alle Widerstände
Ein Mann mit ungebrochenem Idealismus
Alleine mit seinen Ideen

Mysteriöser Tod auf hoher Sea
Die Wahrheit wird niemand erfahren
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En lucha contra todas probabilidades
Un hombre de idealismo irrompible
Solo con sus ideas

Una muerte misteriosa en alta mar
La verdad nunca será conocida


Note: Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel, 1858-1913, was a German engineer and the inventor of
the Diesel engine. He spent his youth until 1870 in Paris and surroundings. When being
extradited after the start of the German-French-War in 1870, Diesel and his family left for
London. He as a child travelled alone to Augsburg, Germany were he lived for five years
with his uncle and went to school there. He started studies of mechanical engineering in
1875 in Munich and applied for a patent of a „New and economical power engine“  at the
Emperial Patent-Office  in Berlin. From 1908 on he developed the first functional model of
his engine with the financial assistance of the Krupp company. In January 1898 the first
factory for Diesel engines was built in Augsburg, Germany. A Diesel Engine Company was
inaugurated by autumn 1900 in London. The first motor vessels with a Diesel engine were
built in 1903. Diesel was at a state of bad health due to numerous patent-lawsuits. He was
not a good businessman and lost his complete fortune. On September 29th Diesel boarded the
mail-vessel Dresden to cross the Channel for Harwich to participate in a meeting of the
„Consolidated Diesel Manufacturing Ltd.“ in London. He seemed to be in a good manner when
he was last seen on board of the ship. On October 10th 1913 the crew of a Dutch 
government pilot ship saw a body drifting in the water at heavy sea. As the body was
highly decomposed, the crew only got hold of some personal belongings (a pastille box,
purse, pocket knife and a spectacle case) which were later identified as Diesel's
belongings by his son Eugen. The real cause of his death was never clarified and his
dependants never believed in suicide, but in murder  to steal Diesel's ideas. So his death
is still remains a mystery.
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Dietrich Avatar
August 25, 2010 at 9:37 PM
Poor guy!! Did you ever see the movie about the Ford company and how they stole the invention of the timed window wiper from some poor slob who spent half his life fighing for justice? I forget who the actor in the movie was. anyway, very informative! Luv, Andrea
Brown Avatar
August 23, 2010 at 10:46 AM
Thank you for sharing your poetry today Gert. It was a pleasure to read. Love, Carol
A   Avatar
August 22, 2010 at 4:14 PM
Gert, your Tanka describe the long and short life of, Rudolf Christian Karl D. In a very well manered form to his life, before he met his own fate. Intersting and briliant, sad ending very tragic, enjoyed,..p.d.
Culverhouse Avatar
August 22, 2010 at 2:52 PM
Very interesting piece, especially the history, I had heard this before and forgot about is name being diesel. Great info!!
Fox Avatar
August 22, 2010 at 1:02 PM
Ah ha its all there ! A youth spent in gay Paris ! Packing the girls in at more than 14 to 1. Just like his Compression Ratio !
Neels Avatar
August 22, 2010 at 10:20 AM
I love the way you bring about history so interestingly.. The footnotes also helps to understand the person better.. Depression could have added to his demise, something we will never know for sure.. Het dit baie geniet Gert.. Hoop jy't 'n lekker dag gehad. Geniet jou week :)
Devonshire Avatar
August 22, 2010 at 9:39 AM
It wouldn't surprise me if Diesel did succumb to depression, knowing his invention had not brought the acknowledgements he felt were deserved. I am struggling with depression myself now, Gert, so I can relate to this man. He may have seen suicide as the only way to end his misery. My religion prohibits me from taking such a route, but I do understand. Very compelling poem about an interesting man. Thank you for the note explaining his circumstances. Love, Carolyn
Mehta Avatar
August 22, 2010 at 8:49 AM
A nice tribute you have paid to Rudolf, Gert
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