“What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
you cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
and the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
and the dry stone no sound of water”.
This is an extract from The Wasteland by T.S.Eliot.
The Wasteland is regarded as one of the most important Modernist poems to have been written.
Modernism was an explosion of of creativity and style that tore apart the the previously accepted concepts of what art is and how it should be looked at.
