The broad, bleak sentiment of
post-war life, as I humbly attempted to describe before, was a profound reality
in the Western world during the 1920s and '30s.
In 1922, T. S. Eliot produced his famous poem The Waste Land, which would become a key, defining work of Modern
literature. Broken, disassembled,
washed-out writing conveys deep themes of religion, politics, love, sociology,
and language and the pervading sense of loss associated with each of those
aspects in the poem. Trying to find
himself and world again after the destruction and devastation, the Modern poet
found barely perceptible streams of light in an otherwise hopelessly dark
world, remnants of an old truth that had been lost and, by all appearances,
would never be regained. In the poem,
Eliot's persona finds himself lost in a shattered world where there is no
solitary foundation of truth or principle, no safe refuge against the onslaught
of the future, "no rock." (The
Postmodernists to follow would totally do away with hope and truth). But the title of Eliot's work alone
metaphorically conveys the predominant sentiments of writers, poets, and
artists at this time; that all were now living in a Modern-age wasteland,
abandoned, alone, and anonymous.
Mechanized brutality, the wars of
nations, bloodshed, and genocide would continue into the 20th
century. After the bombing of Guernica
in 1937 during the height of the Spanish Civil War, Picasso found the
destruction almost too much to bear. One
of his most famous works, merely entitled Guernica, was produced that year as
an outpouring of the terror, rage, sorrow, and incomprehensibility of war in
the Modern world.
Violence, madness, and total ruin
characterize the themes of this painting.
Here we are in an enclosed room, dark and colorless. From the far left we see a bull, a mighty and
powerful beast and one associated with the blood sacrifices of the Old
Testament. The bull's tongue is shaped
pointy and narrow like a dagger, and the bull's tail on the left resembles a
pillar of smoke as if from a fire. About
to be burned and cut, the bull stands facing a woman wailing over the death of
her baby. Perhaps this child's death is
the "sin" for which the bull must be sacrificed and have its blood
poured out. The woman shrieks in agony
with her head tilted back, facing the heavens, eyes broken apart, breasts
hanging naked from her chest as she holds the dead body of her child in her
hands. Below that we see the scarred,
open palm of a dismembered arm. A decapitated
head lies next to this; and further across, another arm grasping the hilt of a
broken sword in rigor mortis. Near the
center of the work is a horse screaming in pain as its back is pierced by a
spear. A black-and-white gap mark splits
open the horse's body and shows the wound.
In chaos, terror, and pain, the horse tramples over the dead body below
it. Another sharp object, perhaps a
broken board or plank, slices into the horse's belly from beneath. Overhead, there is a lamp mysteriously like
an eye watching over the whole scene and bearing down over it like a bomb being
dropped over the scene in Guernica. To
the right of it, a woman stretches her head and arm in from a window and holds
a small flame (natural light next to the electric bulb) to the lamp in
quizzical comparison or defiant opposition.
Below her is another woman who stumbles onto the scene with heavy feet
and an awkward posture. She gazes
fixedly upwards toward the light, in search of hope amid the scene. She comes from a darkness on the far right of
the painting where another person is being engulfed in flame, arms out in agony
and head raised to heaven in petition.
Nothing lies above him but an empty window; above that, only more
flames. From the clenched fist of the
dismembered arm at the very bottom of the painting, under the dying horse's
trampling feet, sprouts a tiny flower next to the broken sword. We are given here an unforgettable image of
the ravages of war, with only the smallest offering of hope to come from
it. In its Cubist style, everything is
drawn as flat—dying figures overlap with live ones; live ones blend in with the
dead. The scene is staggering beyond
expression, and that is the Modern conception of warfare. Just over a year after this painting's
completion, Adolf Hitler's paramilitary officers within the Nazi regime
launched a series of attacks against the Jewish people of Germany and Austria
in an overnight massacre, called Kristallnacht,
which would launch the Jewish Holocaust.
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