Daffodils of Bute Park, Cardiff, swaying in protest of all that is worth protesting about |
'APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.'
T S Eliot's 'The Waste Land' is an epitaph on the futility of conflict. So much has been written about and read into the poem that generations of English Literature students have come to love, loathe or feel totally indifferent about what happened in Flanders Fields and all the other battlefields since. Yet Eliot, 20th centuries greatest poet in English language knew all too well that words never ended conflicts until the hotheaded men - it is generally men - on warring sides have had their fill of blood. The Great War, as it was supposedly meant to be, the war to end all wars, never lived up to its promise other than the death of men, ideas and the rise of new regimes, ideas and ideologues. Young men died. Flowers grew in the space where they had fallen, the world meandered through to the roaring 20s, the Great Depression of 30s, another war until the mid 40s, the loss of colonies and the welfare state in late 40s, the Suez crisis, and the rise of the Arab-Israeli conflict in the 50s, feminism, and rise of the new left in the 60s, the energy crisis, the rise of the Arab oil might, and three day weeks of the 70s, the Falklands war, miner's strike, and Hayek & the Chicago school of free market led individualism of the 80's, the first Iraq war and 'ethnic cleansing' in the Balkans in the 90's, the fall of the mighty Twin Towers, destruction of the 1500 years old statues of Buddha, the Afghan Invasion, second Iraq war, credit crisis and the election of an African-American into the White House during the first decade of the 21st century. All monumental events yet the capacity of the human resolve to end conflict and all wars is the resounding echo of Eliot and his true readers.
Exercising the right not to bloom in the middle of a cold Spring, Bute Park, Cardiff |
There is another man who once liked to protest. His protest and long imprisonment defeated apartheid. In the ultimate act of dignity, the onset of the rise of the Rainbow Nation saw Nelson Mandela established the Truth and Reconciliation Commission. Eliot should rightly have the last words -
'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.'
The week's Twitter highlights had included wonderful interactions with the following from the legal community:
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