Finished: Brave New World (Huxley). Oh my Ford. What else can I say? I'm not sure which book was more unsettling, 1984 or Brave New World. And to think they were both written so long ago. I think I'm done with the futuristic phase for awhile. Poor Savage.
In between reading some of the longer books, I'm trying to read poems here and there to satisfy my desire to read some of the great poets as well. Before 1984 I read Walt Whitman's O Captain! My Captain!, As I Ponder'd in Silence, To the Garden the World, Adieu to a Soldier, Come Up From the Fields Father, and Poets to Come. He apparently wrote alot about war. I think my favorites were Come Up From the Fields Father for its heartbreaking, stark reality of a family getting word of the fate of their son & brother off at war; and O Captain! My Captain!, for the imagery it painted, the deeper meaning, and the passion of those first words. It reminded me of one of my favorite movies...Dead Poets Society, when the boys pay tribute to Mr. Keating by standing on their desks and saying O Captain! My Captain! I wouldn't have read that poem and known it was about Abraham Lincoln if not for Mr. Keating. :-)
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