Back at it again with The
Wasteland.
This go around I noticed how Eliot used water as a symbol for
death. The fourth section “Death by Water” is the most obvious section where
water appears as a deadly force. The
speaker recalls Phlebas the Phonecians
meeting his end in the sea:
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As
he rose and feel
He passed the stages of his age
and youth
Entering the whirlpool. (315-8)
While in this case the sea devours poor Phlebas, water typically
serves as a symbol of rejuvenation or renewal. Eliot acknowledges this tradition of water in the fifth section “What the Thunder Said” as the collective speaker
yearns for water: “If there were water we should stop and drink” (335). Eliot shows that water
is dangerous in its absence and abundance. Without water we thirst, and with
much we drown. The poems defamiliarize water as a positive source by
associating it with suffering and death.
The combined features of water as
both necessary and deadly indicate that death itself is ever-present and
inevitable. Phlebas’ death serves as this very lesson:
Gentile
or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look
to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once
handsome and tall as you. (320-1)
Phleba’s is remembered for his death, not his life. There
seems to be a lot of meaninglessness in his death as well. Death in The Wasteland is painful, inevitable,
and perhaps even insignificant. These images of water contribute to a vision of
the world unfamiliar with positivity notions of life.
The speaker of Dale Biron’s “Laughter” is
similarly disenchanted. The speaker considers what old age might look like,
concluding that the scars of life and laughter lines will be indistiguishible.
I tend to read this in the negative spirit of The Wasteland, the joy in life (taking the form of laughter lines)
is ultimately insignificant as it will blend with the troubles of life and be
forgotten. Maybe the mixing of scars and laughter lines is not negative or
depressing, but a symbol of the meaningless of life. The nuances of life events
begin to blend as we get older, thus making what we feel is significant rather meaningless.
Dale
Biron
When the
face we wear
face we wear
grows old and weathered, torn
open by time,
open by time,
colors
tinted as dawn
tinted as dawn
like the late
winter mountains
winter mountains
of Sedona
ashen and crimson.
ashen and crimson.
It will no longer
be possible
be possible
to distinguish
our deepest scars
our deepest scars
from the long
sweet lines left
sweet lines left
by laughter.
Well written! I like that you pointed out how Eliot interacted with our familiarity with water as a positive source.It's interesting how you connected this to death and the poem you compared Eliot's work to is great.
ReplyDeleteGreat post, Viv! I enjoyed reading your insights on The Wasteland. Also, loved that you began your post with the "back at it again" reference! ;) Haha!
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