The Waste Land

T.S. Eliot’s magnum opus “The Waste Land” (1922) is a mine of imagery and references—as immersive as it is confounding; as sensory as it is literary. In this photo series, I reimagine Eliot's "Unreal City" as contemporary Brooklyn with scenes drawn from my own "Memory and desire".

Original photographs by farrah.eth available as NFTs on OpenSea

out of the dead land

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fear in a handful of dust

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the hyacinth girl

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Looking into the heart of light

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a wicked pack of cards

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Here, said she

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Fear death by water

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Unreal City

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A crowd flowed over

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The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne

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Glowed into words

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I never know what you are thinking

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You know nothing? Do you see nothing?

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HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

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The chemist said it would be all right

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but I’ve never been the same

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throbbing between two lives

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She turns and looks a moment in the glass

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O City city

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O Lord Thou pluckest

burning

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Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell

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always another one walking beside you

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bats with baby faces in the violet light

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