I was listening to Stravinsky's The Rite of Spring in the light of Eliot's remarks on this symphony -- and I thought what a fine backdrop it provides to our reading of The Waste Land. Here's a Youtube experience -- enjoy it. - CR
The Rite of Spring - Stravinsky
"[W]hen T. S. Eliot, in 1921, first heard Stravinsky’s The Rite of Spring, he wrote that the music seemed to "transform the rhythm of the steppes into the scream of the motor-horn, the rattle of machinery, the grind of wheels, the beating of iron and steel, the roar of the underground railway, and the other barbaric noises of modern life.” In other words, the most up-to-date factory noises were audible within an evocation of pagan Russia: the australopithecine and the man with the jackhammer inhabit exactly the same acoustic space, make the same sort of cry. Twentieth-century music is full of convergences of opposites".
"What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water."