A Pathogenic Landscape: The 1918 Influenza and the Politics of Memory in "The Waste Land"
This blog post is submitted as an assignment under the guidance of Prof. Dr. Dilip Barad. It presents a critical examination of the Modern Age through the lens of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land, reinterpreting the text as a 'Pandemic Poem' that mirrors themes of contagion, isolation, and spiritual decay.
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Part 1 - Reading 'The Waste Land' through Pandemic Lens
Surprising Ways the 1918 Flu Pandemic Is Hidden in T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land"
Introduction: The Art of Remembering a Forgotten Plague
Our recent collective experience with the COVID-19 pandemic has reshaped our world, etching itself into our daily lives and global consciousness. Yet, as we navigate our own viral era, a question about the past arises. Consider the period just over a century ago: we have countless stories, memorials, and artistic works dedicated to World War I. But what about the 1918 Spanish Flu, a pandemic that killed millions more than the war itself? Why does the cultural memory of that plague feel so faint?
The answer may be hiding in plain sight. One of the most famous and influential poems of the 20th century, T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land," is traditionally read as a response to the spiritual decay and cultural fragmentation of the post-war world. A closer look, however, reveals that it may also be an unintentional memorial to the pandemic, a literary archive of a trauma our culture otherwise chose to forget.
We're Wired to Memorialize Wars, Not Pandemics
The primary reason the 1918 flu faded from our collective memory, while WWI remains vivid, lies in how we process different kinds of mass death. War, for all its horror, fits into a narrative structure. It is a collective battle fought by soldiers, and their deaths can be framed within a "sacrificial structure." We build memorials to soldiers because we can assign meaning to their loss a sacrifice to keep a family or a nation safe.
Disease offers no such comfort. It is an internal, individual battle, even when millions are fighting it simultaneously. Death from a virus is often seen as "simply tragedy" or, worse, a source of disgrace rooted in the perceived carelessness of the victim a stark contrast to the heroism ascribed to a soldier's death. It is difficult to create a memorial for a threat that is invisible, personal, and lacks a clear enemy to rally against.
Diseases are recorded differently by our minds than something like a war. By their nature, diseases are highly individual even in a pandemic situation you are fighting your own internal battle with the virus and it's individual to you...
The Theory Is Grounded in the Poet's Personal Suffering
This reading of "The Waste Land" is not merely a modern interpretation projected onto the past; it is firmly supported by T.S. Eliot's biography. His personal letters from the period reveal that the influenza pandemic was not an abstract event but a source of immediate and constant anxiety.
• Eliot and his wife, Vivian, both contracted the virus in December 1918, during the pandemic's deadly second wave.
• His correspondence shows that influenza was a "constant presence" in their lives, with family members and others in their circle falling ill.
• He documented his own physical experience, writing of feeling "very weak and exhausted" and mentioning a "new form of influenza which leaves extreme dryness and a bitter taste in the mouth" - symptoms eerily familiar to us today.
• The virus became such a powerful metaphor for suffering that Eliot used the phrase "long epidemic of domestic influenza" to describe the illness of his strained marriage, showing how the pathogenic reality had seeped into his personal and psychological world.
The Poem's Chaotic Structure Mimics a "Fever Dream"
One of the greatest challenges for readers of "The Waste Land" is its famously difficult style. The poem is fragmented, leaping between different voices, historical periods, and seemingly disconnected images. While this is often attributed to the cultural disintegration following the war, there is also a powerful physiological explanation: the poem's structure mirrors the logic of delirium.
This "delirium logic" offers a comprehensive vision of reality from within a fever dream. The sudden jumps from one topic to another, the collage of hallucinatory images, and the presence of multiple, disembodied voices are all characteristic of the disorienting mental state caused by a high fever. The poem's form, therefore, can be read not just as a reflection of a broken culture, but as the product of a body under viral attack.
You Can Read Specific Pandemic Symptoms in the Verses
Beyond its overall structure, the poem's specific language and imagery directly reflect the physical experience of acute illness. When read through a pandemic lens, lines that have long been interpreted as purely symbolic also become records of bodily suffering.
• A Corpse's Point of View: The poem's iconic opening lines "April is the cruelest month, breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land..." can be interpreted as being told from the perspective of a buried body. In a world overwhelmed by mass death, the poem grants a voice to the corpse, giving a perspective from beneath the ground in a land full of the recently buried.
• Burning Fever and Thirst: The poem's insistent repetition of "burning burning burning" resonates not only as a spiritual or moral warning but also as the physical sensation of a body consumed by fever. Likewise, the desperate section on thirst "if there were water... but there is no water" perfectly captures the dehydration and overwhelming dryness that accompanies severe illness, a feverish language broken by a singular, desperate need.
• Hallucinatory Visions: The poem is filled with bizarre and unsettling images that suggest a feverish hallucination. In the section "A Game of Chess," the sufferer's world turns upside down with visions of "bats with baby faces in the violet light" crawling down a wall and a woman's hair turning into "fiddle strings" that produce an eerie music. This is textual evidence of a mind distorted by delirium.
The Poem's Atmosphere Is a Pathogenic Landscape
Eliot masterfully builds a "pathogenic atmosphere" where the threat is not a visible enemy but an invisible contagion carried on the air. He uses subtle but persistent images of "wind, fog, and air" to capture the diffuse, inescapable nature of a viral threat. Phrases like "Under the brown fog" and "the wind under the door" evoke an environment where the very atmosphere is suspect.
Furthermore, the poem reverberates with the recurring sound of the "tolling of bells." This sound is crucial because it is located not on a distant battlefield but in the heart of the city and its domestic spaces. It functions as a constant, auditory reminder of civilian death, much like the incessant wail of ambulance sirens during our own pandemic. These are not the sounds of war; they are the sounds of a plague sweeping through the population.
Conclusion: The Literature of What We Forget
Literature often serves as an archive for the experiences and traumas that our broader culture fails to memorialize. While society struggled to create a narrative for the 1918 flu, Eliot's poem captured its essence, perhaps unintentionally. "The Waste Land" can be powerfully read as a record of not only the spiritual and psychological malaise of its time but also the raw, bodily suffering of a world besieged by a virus. It preserves the fever dreams, the thirst, and the pathogenic fear that its contemporaries lived through but could not name.
A century from now, what hidden experiences from our own pandemic will future readers discover in the art we are creating today?
Part 2 - Reading 'The Waste Land' through Pandemic Lens
A Century Before COVID, T.S. Eliot’s "The Waste Land" Captured a Pandemic's Ghostly Afterlife
For our generation, the experience of the recent global pandemic is unforgettable. It has fundamentally reshaped our world in ways we are still processing. But how will we narrate this time to future generations who did not live through the empty streets, the daily case counts, the private griefs?
It’s a surprisingly urgent question, because history shows us we are experts at forgetting. The devastating 1918 Spanish Flu pandemic, which killed millions at the height of literary Modernism, was largely erased from our collective cultural memory. While we often read T.S. Eliot’s seminal 1922 poem, "The Waste Land," as a profound response to the trauma of World War I, re-reading it today reveals something else: a haunting and powerful document of that forgotten pandemic.
1918 Spanish Flu
Why We Remember Wars but Forget Pandemics
What’s truly arresting here is the contrast in how society processes mass death. We build memorials for war but bury the memory of pandemics. Why? Because war deaths are framed as heroic, noble sacrifices for a nation. A soldier who dies on the battlefield is seen as saving civilian lives, their death preserved in cultural memory.
Pandemic deaths are treated differently. A disease is a personal, individual battle. A death from a virus isn't a sacrifice; in fact, the deceased is a potential source of further infection. This fundamental difference explains why one event is monumentalized while the other is so often silenced.
...the deaths in the war turns into memorials and cultural memories whereas that of pandemic fails to do so.
A Famous Poem's Secret Pandemic Language
This is where Eliot’s poem becomes more than literature; it becomes an act of testimony. Its atmosphere is saturated with the two most common outcomes of the 1918 influenza: outright death and an "innervated living death." To be "innervated" is to feel physically, mentally, and morally weak a state of perpetual fatigue. This was a personal reality for the poet; T.S. Eliot and his wife both suffered from influenza and experienced this debilitating aftermath.
While the poem is famously full of dead bodies, scattered bones, and drowned sailors, a closer look reveals a crucial detail. These are overwhelmingly civilian corpses found in cities and homes, not military corpses on a distant battlefield. This setting screams of a pandemic reality, where death had flooded the home front. This pandemic lens transforms the poem's iconic opening line, "April is the cruellest month," from a simple statement of modernist angst into the chilling perspective of a corpse trapped beneath the earth, dreading the return of life.
(The skeleton says: this is what a pandemic really looks like - raw, terrifying, and impossible to sanitize.)
The Art That Captured a Pandemic's Horror
While literature largely fell silent, some visual art refused to look away. A 1918 drawing titled "Spanish Flu" by the Austrian artist Alfred Cubin offers an unflinching record. It depicts a leering skeleton with a scythe standing beneath a turbulent sky, a heap of bodies twisted in agony at its feet.
This grotesque imagery perfectly reflects historical accounts. As flu historian John Barry noted, "the most terrifying aspect of the epidemic was the piling up of bodies," overwhelming towns that had no place left to put them. Reading this, I was struck by how Eliot's poem, with its constant references to bones overtaking the landscape, offers a literary "place to put" these bodies, becoming a verbal monument to their physical reality.
This stands in stark contrast to our own time. So much of the art from our recent pandemic has been heroic or sanitized—drawings of "corona warriors," infographics on hand-washing, stylized masks. These images, while well-intentioned, participate in the very silencing the rest of our culture practices. They hide the crude, terrifying reality of mass death that artists like Cubin and poets like Eliot insisted we see.
The Photographer's Dilemma: Save a Life or Capture the Truth?
Eliot and Cubin used their art to bear witness, but for the modern photojournalist, the act of bearing witness is far more fraught with immediate ethical dilemmas. Documentarians like the late Danish Siddiqui, who recorded India’s recent pandemic crisis, and Kevin Carter face the constant question of when to intervene and when to record.
Carter’s 1993 Pulitzer Prize-winning photograph of a starving child stalked by a vulture in Sudan became a global flashpoint for this debate. A viral and viciously false narrative spread that he was a "second vulture" for taking the picture instead of helping. This exact piece of misinformation was, shockingly, recently cited by India's Solicitor General in the Supreme Court—an anecdote criticized by others as being sourced from "WhatsApp university." This is a stunning contemporary example of how official narratives can use falsehoods to control the story of a crisis.
The truth of Carter's photo is more complex. The child was a boy who survived, reached a UN food station, and died years later, in 2007, from a fever. The popular myth that Carter’s suicide was driven by guilt over this incident is false. This is the modern documentarian's burden: to create the "shocking images" that, like Eliot's fragmented lines, serve as an unvarnished record against societal forgetting and official denial.
How a Virus Shatters Language, Memory, and Minds
Ultimately, the famous fragmentation of "The Waste Land" is not just the "cultural shrapnel" left by World War I. Reading the poem through a pandemic lens reveals its broken structure as the aftermath of a "proliferating viral catastrophe."
The virus doesn't just attack the body; it shatters everything.
...the results of which fragment thoughts, memories, communities, bodies, stories, structures, and minds.
The poem’s cacophony of competing voices perfectly captures the dual nature of a pandemic. It is simultaneously a deeply individual conflict fought inside the body and a massive, collective global tragedy. The distinct voices register the personal suffering, while their chaotic overlap captures the scale of a world undone.
Conclusion: Listening to the Silences
Reading "The Waste Land" through the lens of the flu doesn't diminish its post-war power - it amplifies it, revealing the poem as a vessel for all the ghosts our culture tries to bury. It is a monument not to heroic sacrifice, but to the "unspeakable" private suffering that defines a pandemic, giving voice to a catastrophe that society actively tried to forget.
As we create the story of our own pandemic, what essential truths must we refuse to let be silenced?
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Refereance:
Barad, Dilip. "Presentations on T.S. Eliot's Waste Land." Dilip Barad | Teacher Blog, 27 Oct. 2014, blog.dilipbarad.com/
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