Nothing from Nothing
Moving image, 2018

A collaborative work created with Claire Orme as part of Nothing from Nothing, a residency at LIMBO Margate exploring the theme of editing as a creative practice. Working in response to part one of T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land, we spent two days recording, drawing and filming in Margate, where Eliot's ideas for the poem began to crystalise. A satellite project to Journeys with 'The Waste Land' at Turner Contemporary, the video was accompanied by a live performance of our edit of the text, and the rituals and repetition within.

                I. The Burial of the Dead

April is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

              Memory and desire,



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                                                                                                                

And the dry stone no sound of water. Only

        There is shadow under this red rock,

        (Come in under the shadow of this red rock),

And I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

                I will show you fear in a handful of dust.


Frisch weht der Wind

“They called me the hyacinth girl.”

            Your arms full, and your hair wet, 

Oed’ und leer da

Unreal City,

d over London Bridge, so many,



“That corpse you planted last year in your garden,      

had not thought death had undone it bloom this yeaence, that’s friend to men,

                                      with his nails he’ll dig it up again!


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© Rebecca Truscott-Elves 2018