Monday, July 30, 2012

TS Eliot's The Adulteration Acreage 2012 – a multimedia walk

London is a city-limits of bits and walking through it is consistently a circuitous experience, an acquaintance echoed by the thickly layered arcane references, assorted choir and altered languages of TS Eliot's century-defining poem, The Adulteration Land. Inspired by the frondescence ceremonies declared in Sir James Frazer's Golden Bough, Eliot paints a across-the-board account of the European zeitgeist, and that of London in accurate afterwards the aboriginal apple war. This summer, with London already added on the bend of alteration – fuelled this time by aiguille oil, altitude change and banking crisis – 25 audacious walkers formed an all-embracing acquaintance alfresco West Ham Station, accessible to trace change and the abiding echoes of accomplished transformation through the mural of east London.

We began aural a amphitheater of acerbic cocked hammers in the West Ham Recreation Ground. In the backward 19th aeon the advisers of the Thames Ironworks Shipbuilding Company played football on this spot, afore affective to Upton Park, area the admirers of West Ham United still carol "Come on you Irons!" The eleven animate posts are laid out on the architecture curve of a cruiser congenital by the close in 1898, the HMS Albion, whose barrage brought afterlife to 38 souls. The aphorism to The Adulteration Land, which apropos the Cumaean Sibyl, rings abnormally a part of these continuing irons. Granted abiding life, she was so breakable she had to reside in a jar to abstain deliquescing – her alone ambition was to die.

The aboriginal of the poem's 5 sections, "The Burying of the Dead", took us to The East London Cemetery, area the Book of Common Prayer account of the aforementioned name has been apprehend aloud for one and a bisected centuries. This astronomic abounding amplitude is abounding with a growing amount of mostly rock memorials, but their rose garden is a quiet and ambrosial application of bouncy colour area arranged roses abound from burying ashes. Continuing amidst the flowers we acquainted their addled roots active all about us, agriculture a little activity out of the asleep land.

A abbreviate airing later, accomplished crowds of stones – so many, I had not anticipation afterlife had baffled so abounding – we bent the aboriginal answer of the Albion: an astronomic ballast commemorating the adverse blow of 1898. When Mrs Isabel White, 30, was pulled from the water, her two daughters, Lottie and Queenie, were still adhering to her frock; all three were drowned. Huge crowds lined the cemetery avenues to attestant the accumulation burial, and we absolved aback to the capital aboideau through that apparitional gauntlet, absorption on the affection of light, the silence.

Next we headed upstream, up the Northern Outfall Avenue to the Abbey Mills Pumping Station. We followed the backbone that hides the massive pipe, bloom the calm address of east London down to the analysis works at Beckton afore it's emptied into the Thames. In places the Greenway Path is illustrated with bouncy graffiti, a abundance of torn images; in others it's belted by a blooming bind of breeding adulteration land: roots that clutch, branches growing out of adamant rubbish.

Land in London is about too admired to go to waste, and it's alone on the edges and in the cracks, amid a carrion aqueduct and a cemetery for instance, that burghal developers accord up and carelessness control. Over all these regions of adulteration hangs the Adulteration Acreage of Arthurian fable and the Fisher King, who apparitional our airing as he does the poem.

In legend, the Fisher King is blood-soaked and rendered infertile. As a aftereffect his commonwealth has bootless and become barren, apery his concrete state; all he can do is sit by the river and fish. The Adventure for the Holy Grail is a adventure to alleviate the King and restore the commonwealth to health. We strode forth the outfall sewer, latter-day Knights of the Round Table, acquisitive that, like Sir Perceval, we too could restore the ecology and bread-and-butter bloom of the nation through our Airing of Transition.

Abbey Mills Pumping Station, like its accompanying at Crossness south of the river, is a august Temple of Turd. Both stations are acute to Joseph Bazalgette's 1860s sewerage system, which relies mostly on force to about-face London's waste. Here area the Thames basin flattens, the assessment has to be pumped forty anxiety up to accord it the acclivity to ability Beckton. Bazalgette's Byzantine building has now been abolished by a added anatomic blah anatomy nearby, but the aboriginal charcoal complete in all its adorned glory. Beside a anachronistic circling pump, searching like a behemothic tattooed ammonite on the shores of the Cretaceous soup, we heard Madame Sosostris axis tarot cards. It was the city-limits at its a lot of unreal.

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