A Fertile Waste Land
All praise to the BBC iPlayer! I have just listened again and again to the Poetry Please mash up of T.S. Eliot, Ted Hughes and Lia Williams reading The Waste Land and I am in the mood to hug someone.
The poem comes more vividly to life, in the inspired hands of the editor, than I have ever heard before; Eliot may sound like Oliver Postgate with a serious bout of constipation, and he may (surprisingly for someone so fastidious with his explanatory notes) be thoroughly dismal at pronouncing the foreign words he employs but, playing off Hughes and Williams, his somewhat strained intonation becomes infinitely more bearable.
It's been so long since I listened to Ted Hughes read anything that his voice, which rumbles like small mountains dancing, came as a glorious surprise when I first heard it blasting from the car stereo on the motorway up from Wales on Sunday. Lia Williams, whilst occasionally a little too actorly (she could learn from the simplicity and power of Hughes's emphasis on meaning over technique), teased an unexpected lightness from the poem.
The three intertwining voices created an atmospheric clarity, a deeper understanding of Eliot's poem. For me, it felt like rain on my tongue after a long drought. This was great radio; challenging and beautiful. If only there were more broadcasts like it.
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