Imperialism in The Waste Land
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Imperialism has an overbearing ring and an even harsher connotation in our day and age. We treasure diversity, and even more importantly, we take very seriously our responsibility to speak for the abuses, the oppressions, and the offenses of our ancestors. Where imperialism was once seen as a divine appointment, a sovereign duty for an advanced, powerful nation to spread its civilization, its culture, and its laws, today it has become a byword and an insult. An imperialist is labeled intolerant, bigoted, arrogant. And why shouldn't he be? He advocates his own beliefs, invades the spaces of others in order to impose his own systems. Imperialism, in this sense, for the most part deserves its reputation. | Imperialism has an overbearing ring and an even harsher connotation in our day and age. We treasure diversity, and even more importantly, we take very seriously our responsibility to speak for the abuses, the oppressions, and the offenses of our ancestors. Where imperialism was once seen as a divine appointment, a sovereign duty for an advanced, powerful nation to spread its civilization, its culture, and its laws, today it has become a byword and an insult. An imperialist is labeled intolerant, bigoted, arrogant. And why shouldn't he be? He advocates his own beliefs, invades the spaces of others in order to impose his own systems. Imperialism, in this sense, for the most part deserves its reputation. | ||
| − | However, The Waste Land seems to introduce and even advocate an odd sort of imperialism, in that Eliot finds himself pacing through the deadened landscapes of his own London, the throne rooms and ruins of Europe and the Mediterranean, and finds himself eventually seeking a land even further away, on the outskirts of the British Empire, in order to coax forth a new meaning and a new life for the blasted landscape he is faced with. Rather than trample over civilizations and institute his own, however, he draws in the culture, the words, certain fragments of this distant land in order to supplement and revitalize his own—spoken quite clearly: "these fragments I have shored against my ruins." Eliot takes his place among visionaries by his distinct consciousness of the flaws of his own society and his keen interest in finding what can be learned and gained from strangers, focusing on how to change rather than what must be changed. | + | However, ''The Waste Land'' seems to introduce and even advocate an odd sort of imperialism, in that Eliot finds himself pacing through the deadened landscapes of his own London, the throne rooms and ruins of Europe and the Mediterranean, and finds himself eventually seeking a land even further away, on the outskirts of the British Empire, in order to coax forth a new meaning and a new life for the blasted landscape he is faced with. Rather than trample over civilizations and institute his own, however, he draws in the culture, the words, certain fragments of this distant land in order to supplement and revitalize his own—spoken quite clearly: "these fragments I have shored against my ruins." Eliot takes his place among visionaries by his distinct consciousness of the flaws of his own society and his keen interest in finding what can be learned and gained from strangers, focusing on how to change rather than what must be changed. |
| − | Perhaps intentionally, perhaps only as a result of the extremely geographical nature of the poem's context, The Waste Land exhibits a peculiar spacial awareness. The scope of the map and the distances is impressive, but that it actually makes a sort of correlative sense is even more so. While a good deal of The Waste Land takes place in a fairly concentrated area of London, the poem reaches into northern Africa, all over Europe, and into the western skirts of Asia. Most interestingly of all, though, is the fact that the final stanzas of the poem take place far removed from the rest of the points, in India. Dealing with a poem about sterility and a dead generation nested among corpses, the shift towards a sort of eastern religious or philosophical serenity seems very much like a reinfusion of life, a breath of fresh air, a revival. | + | Perhaps intentionally, perhaps only as a result of the extremely geographical nature of the poem's context, ''The Waste Land'' exhibits a peculiar spacial awareness. The scope of the map and the distances is impressive, but that it actually makes a sort of correlative sense is even more so. While a good deal of The ''Waste Land'' takes place in a fairly concentrated area of London, the poem reaches into northern Africa, all over Europe, and into the western skirts of Asia. Most interestingly of all, though, is the fact that the final stanzas of the poem take place far removed from the rest of the points, in India. Dealing with a poem about sterility and a dead generation nested among corpses, the shift towards a sort of eastern religious or philosophical serenity seems very much like a reinfusion of life, a breath of fresh air, a revival. |
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| − | As far as locations are concerned, The Waste Land starts off, oddly enough, in an idyllic landscape not of England but of Germany, which is of course instantly noteworthy given Germany's role in producing the barren landscape that superimposes the childhood memories of Lake Starnberg and the Munich Hofgarten. One might say that Eliot starts at the initial wound, bleeding out from that point until he spans the ravaged nations in every direction. Over the next few sections we spread out across Europe, lingering often among the streets and sights of England but also touching on locations as far south as northern Africa and as far east as the Middle East, spanning the breadth of the British empire in the Old World minus the Far East. Mylae is drawn into the picture, the site where Sicily fell to Rome and bloody seeds were planted which cannot have grown, if they are still in danger of being dug up—"Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men, / Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!" The barrenness reaches much further back than the recent World War I, as far back as the roots of classical civilization. Temporally, as well as spacially, Eliot is merciless in his examination of the great nations of the world, both the ancient civilizations that have long since fallen—mirrored in the plight of women such as Cleopatra and Philomel—as well as the European powers with their Unreal cities. | + | As far as locations are concerned, ''The Waste Land'' starts off, oddly enough, in an idyllic landscape not of England but of Germany, which is of course instantly noteworthy given Germany's role in producing the barren landscape that superimposes the childhood memories of Lake Starnberg and the Munich Hofgarten. One might say that Eliot starts at the initial wound, bleeding out from that point until he spans the ravaged nations in every direction. Over the next few sections we spread out across Europe, lingering often among the streets and sights of England but also touching on locations as far south as northern Africa and as far east as the Middle East, spanning the breadth of the British empire in the Old World minus the Far East. Mylae is drawn into the picture, the site where Sicily fell to Rome and bloody seeds were planted which cannot have grown, if they are still in danger of being dug up—"Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men, / Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!" The barrenness reaches much further back than the recent World War I, as far back as the roots of classical civilization. Temporally, as well as spacially, Eliot is merciless in his examination of the great nations of the world, both the ancient civilizations that have long since fallen—mirrored in the plight of women such as Cleopatra and Philomel—as well as the European powers with their Unreal cities. |
The second half of "A Game of Chess," namely, "My nerves are bad tonight," stands out in that it does not contain any notable geographical tagging. While the tone is very English, suggesting a specifically English setting, it nevertheless affords a sort of openness and universality, intimating that this sort of scene is not unique to the British Isles, that it infects the whole of the familiar world. The dusty sexual encounter in "The Fire Sermon" is much the same—clearly English, yet clearly universal. By this correlation between England and Europe as a whole, even the lingering attention to Greenwich and the Isle of Dogs, with its echoes of the Jack the Ripper murders and sensationalism long since dead and buried, is superimposed over the rest of the European wasteland. | The second half of "A Game of Chess," namely, "My nerves are bad tonight," stands out in that it does not contain any notable geographical tagging. While the tone is very English, suggesting a specifically English setting, it nevertheless affords a sort of openness and universality, intimating that this sort of scene is not unique to the British Isles, that it infects the whole of the familiar world. The dusty sexual encounter in "The Fire Sermon" is much the same—clearly English, yet clearly universal. By this correlation between England and Europe as a whole, even the lingering attention to Greenwich and the Isle of Dogs, with its echoes of the Jack the Ripper murders and sensationalism long since dead and buried, is superimposed over the rest of the European wasteland. | ||
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It is extremely important to realize that, while the mantra Datta, Dayadhvam, Damyata is brought in from the east, the materials which make up the stanza are European in origin. The source of strength must, of course, come from the homeland, for the point is not to efface the current world with a new one, but to draw strength so that strength may be imparted in return. The poem takes a journey into the east, but Europe does not simply abandon the wasteland and demand sustenance from a new location; rather, it takes guidance but works on its own strength, its cultural foundations, the good things that exist among the bad. When Eliot says "These fragments I have shored against my ruins," he does not refer to pieces stolen from a foreign land, but to fragments of his own cultural tradition, those things worth saving, such as the England he has preserved with such affection. | It is extremely important to realize that, while the mantra Datta, Dayadhvam, Damyata is brought in from the east, the materials which make up the stanza are European in origin. The source of strength must, of course, come from the homeland, for the point is not to efface the current world with a new one, but to draw strength so that strength may be imparted in return. The poem takes a journey into the east, but Europe does not simply abandon the wasteland and demand sustenance from a new location; rather, it takes guidance but works on its own strength, its cultural foundations, the good things that exist among the bad. When Eliot says "These fragments I have shored against my ruins," he does not refer to pieces stolen from a foreign land, but to fragments of his own cultural tradition, those things worth saving, such as the England he has preserved with such affection. | ||
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| + | At the same time, the poem contains a very real acknowledgment of the failures and the brokenness of society in its time, the barrenness of its generation. A keen understanding of imperfection is hugely important, as it tempers the need to educate and indoctrinate, preventing a society from becoming so cocksure as to feel the need to "correct" all others. One might call this humility, responsibility, or plain restraint, but it makes all the difference between forced, injurious imperialism and a more exchange-oriented form that focuses on improving one's own society before that of others. | ||
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| + | This is what is rather revolutionary about ''The Waste Land''—while geographically it seems to represent the British Empire and perhaps even lend some attention to its expansion, the poem does not look at its territories as lands to be colonized, heathens to be converted, or even savages to civilize; rather, it draws inspiration from foreign words in order to correct the mistakes of a world torn by the negative side of imperialism—the quest for complete control, the power struggles, the political balancing acts. ''The Waste Land'' gazes to the east, confesses that the region of the Ganges and the Himavant has avoided the destruction and terror it has played a role in, and makes the sensible response—it examines the region to see how exactly this avoidance of damage and loss was accomplished. With that vital action, the wasteland is finally reunited with its Fisher King, and the presence of that figure, fishing on the shore, implies the discovery or restoration of water in the land. Of course, water in this poem is essentially synonymous with life, fertility, and restoration. | ||
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| + | Imperialism, then, seems almost to be reversed in ''The Waste Land'', such that the conquering country finds itself influenced by the conquered, rather than vice versa. While, of course, the British empire extends into India, it might also be said that it allows something of India to spread as well, by importing a fresh sense of purpose and order into a society torn by mistrust and comeuppance. The major distance involved in this exchange is more easily seen when mapped, revealing that the Ganges River and appears almost twice as far from London as the second furthest point, making it major outlier. The isolation reemphasizes the necessity of a fresh, separate perspective. | ||
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| + | Geography, expansion, and cultural exchange clearly play a major role in ''The Waste Land'', and nothing makes this more apparent than a visual representation. "Walking the Waste Land" offers an easy overview of the locations featured in the poem, as well as images that Eliot might have known personally or seen in paintings, in order to get a sense for the actual physical places represented by names in a poem. As a poem like ''The Waste Land'' revolves largely around connotations, contexts, and correlations of names, terms, and places, it is a worthwhile endeavor to delve into a closer understanding of Eliot's geographical selections. | ||
