On Eliot's 125th, His 'Waste Land' Hasn't Lost Its Glamour

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SCOTT SIMON, HOST:

T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land" begins with what may be the most famous phrase in modern literature, so much a part of our modern language that most of us use it without remembering or knowing where it comes from. Here's the author reading his work.

T.S. ELIOT: (Reading) April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

SIMON: But "The Waste Land" can also be a hard poem to like - jumbled, odd and beautifully dissonant. A new edition of "The Waste Land" is out now to honor T.S. Eliot's 125th birthday this week. It features a preface by the Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Paul Muldoon. Paul is also the poetry editor of The New Yorker. He teaches at Princeton and joins us from New York. Thanks so much for being with us.

PAUL MULDOON: It's a pleasure. Thank you.

SIMON: So, let me begin this way: Ezra Pound, T.S. Eliot and James Joyce walk into a bar - or in this case a restaurant - to have dinner with Horace Liveright, who's a young publisher. And by dessert, Eliot's got a contract for the poem that the publisher hadn't even read?

MULDOON: You know, it's an extraordinary story. The setting was a dinner party, and as you say, coming out of it, Liveright found himself the possessor of the rights to "Ulysses" and also "The Waste Land." So, "Ulysses" and "The Waste Land," as we know, stand as the twin portals of what we would describe in literary terms as high modernism.

SIMON: Help us see the world in which "The Waste Land" is set. And by that I mean, post-World War I.

MULDOON: It's very hard for us now to think of the impact of the First World War, and indeed some of the arts just prior to the First World War, the way in which the arts were beginning to reflect the sense of fracture, of structurelessness, of what Eliot refers to in the poem itself as the heap of broken images that would shortly become Europe. It's very difficult to disentangle cause and effect in all of this because, for example, we know that from 1912 onwards - a very significant year in literary history - Picasso and Braque were representing the world in broken-down versions: cubism, where the fragments of the world were offered to us. We remember, of course, the impact of photography, where we began to realize that the world could be seen frame by frame. We think of Marcel Duchamp's "Nude Descending a Staircase."

SIMON: You suggest that a good way to begin to try and unravel the poem is to see it as a night of music hall.

MULDOON: Well, I think that's right. And Eliot, of course, was very interested in popular music. He was always interested in musical constructs. We remember that some of his very early poems were called preludes, and of course, we recall that his later poems were known as "Four Quartets." So, musical structures have always been very significant in his poetry. In this particular case, I think of this as a night at the music hall, with various people showing up and doing a little turn, a lot of comedians showing up, and, you know, giving some sense of the London of that era, in all its raunchiness, of course, and also in all its splendor.

SIMON: What is there in this what we think of as the almost the definitive 20th century poem that keeps it alive for a 21st century reader?

MULDOON: It has never lost its glamour. It has never failed to be equal to both the fracture of its own era and what, alas, turned out to be the even greater fracture of the ongoing 20th century and now, it seems, the 21st century.

SIMON: Paul, is there a section of the poem you could read for us, you'd like to read for us?

MULDOON: I could try to do that. What about "Death by Water? " It's a short...

SIMON: Sure.

MULDOON: One of the themes that interested Eliot was the notion of rebirth and the various images - particularly in Christian iconography - associated with rebirth, one of them being the water of baptism. And in the case of this short section of the poem, section four, there's an overturning of that idea, a focusing on death by water.

(Reading) Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell and the profit and loss. A current under sea picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell he passed the stages of his age and youth entering the whirlpool. Gentile or Jew, O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

SIMON: Paul Muldoon. He is the Pulitzer Prize-winning poet. Among a number of jobs, he's also the poetry editor of the New Yorker and a professor at Princeton. He has written the preface to a new edition of T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land." Paul, thanks so much for being with us.

MULDOON: It's a pleasure. Thank you. Transcript provided by NPR, Copyright NPR.