The Wasteland
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I was recently tasked with reading “The Wasteland” a poem written by T.S Eliot in the early 20th century. This piece specifically has been one of the toughest I’ve approached in quite some time. This surprised me as I consider myself one who has a great deal of skill regarding literature. Yet, this work often required me to read a large sum of the lines more than once. At time’s I found myself losing more ground in the reading than I was advancing.
The situations occurring throughout the story made little sense altogether or even standing alone. This work seems to have no intention to follow a structure or to create an overall plot. I still find myself baffled by the actions of characters in this story such as the young lady near the end of the poem.
I myself found it very hard to relate to the story as the content was so difficult to analyze. However, the most important aspect of the authors work worthy of notice were his descriptions of the land. I am a fond traveler and love to pay close attention to the fine details of scenery.
Reading this poem I found emphasis on certain colors. Each color was found in it respected and practical setting and this really drew out some of what the writer wanted to portray. Even so, when the intentions are not quite clear the reader can feel the mood he illustrates.
I’ve really enjoyed this work for it being unorthodox beyond measure. The quality of “The Wasteland” being out of ordinary is was calls readers in to read more. Even when the details are vague and the work does not offer a direct subject of purpose.
I find myself urged to read it again sometime soon and even pass it on to my fellow intellects to hear their opinion of the work. I believe T.S. Eliot’s work is peculiar and this trait is what invites and fascinates readers beyond belief.
My reaction to the work is somewhat minimal. There was not much one can take away from that reading after your initial pass. This is a read that calls for intense close reading as the writing style is very unique and tricky at times.