MODERNIST PERIOD IN ENGLISH

LITERATURE.

MODERNIST PERIOD

Literary modernism, or modernist literature, has its origins

in the 19th and early 20th centuries, mainly in Europe and

North America. Modernism is characterized by a self-

conscious break with traditional styles of poetry and verse.

Modernists experimented with literary form and expression.

 This style of writing represents a radical shift in cultural

sensibilities of the corresponding time.

ORIGINS OF MOERNIST

LITERATURE

This movement was originated

when the writers felt that they

required a new form of writing to

express their ideologies and outlook

towards life.

the modernist began, 1910 as

roughly marking the beginning and

quote novelist Virginia Woolf, who

declared that human nature

underwent,  modernism was

already finidshing at least by 1902.

MODERNISM IN LITERATURE

Modernistic works are often written in first person

and are quite different from traditional styles. In

modernism, the content of the writing is represented

as a long stream of consciousness.

Modernist writers use irony and satire as tools that

aid them in making fun of something and point out

faults, usually, problems within their society.

MODERNIST CHARACTERISTIC

Modernism is marked by a strong and

intentional break from the traditional

way of rendering a theme or a thought.

The concept of modernism denies the

existence of truth. According to this

school of thought, everything is relative.

Modernists believe that the world is

what we perceive or, in other words, the

world is what we say it is.

Modernism maintains absolutely

no connection with history or

historical institutions.

According to this concept, life is

unordered.

Modernism emphasizes on the

importance of companionship

between individuals and celebration

of inner strength. 

CHARACTERISTICS…

AUTHORS

Virginia Woolf

Ezra Pound

Richard Aldington.

Katherine Anne Porter..

Wallace Stevens.

A GIRL

The tree has entered my hands,The sap has ascended my arms,The tree has grown in my breast -Downward,The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,Moss you are,You are violets with wind above them.A child - so high - you are,And all this is folly to the world. 

Ezra Pound