
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
And so on. What Thomas Stearnes Eliot didn’t tell us about the human condition in his magisterial, funereal The Wasteland is virtually not worth knowing.
However brilliant Eliot was (and, believe me, he was) even he lacked the power of premonition. Even though he was writing on the eve of the most poignant reminder of the evil that men do, WW1, he couldn’t have envisaged the destruction of the financial world that gripped the earth in the 1930s. He was, of course, long gone by the time Lehman went to the wall last September.
But he’s worth recalling, particularly as talk of green shoots and economic recovery are currently widespread.
It less than three months since remarks of economic positivity from Baroness Vadera were greeted with utter derision. How much has changed since January? The CPI has continued, inexorably, down towards zero. People are losing more jobs everyday. There are even signs that some markets are over the hump. But green shoots? Talk of these is wildly premature.
The three UK recessions since 1970 have lasted an average of 2 years. Given that this one only really started in the summer last year, there is still – there has to be – more bloodletting for the economy.
Eliot’s use of enjambment at in the opening lines of his masterpiece is no coincidence. Dislocating the clausal break from the line break endows the first four lines a kind of self-consuming quality, as if each line is trying to get going before the last has had time to settle. This could not be more apt at a period wherein many analysts, bankers and politicians are running towards recovery before they can walk.





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