WSC possible reading list

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I'll skip 1960 for now.

In 1961 we lost  Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Ernest Miller
Hemingway, and Carl Gustav Jung.

But we got the Floating Bear, a magazine and newsletter in
mimeograph for writers of contemporary fiction and verse,
begins publication at New York City; William S. Burroughs
and Robert Creeley are among the contributors; until 1969.



We got James Baldwin's Nobody Knows My Name, Samuel
Beckett's Oh! Les Beaux Jours (Happy Days), John Dos Passos,
Midcentury, the novel, his last, deals with the growth of
labor unions in the United States, while focusing upon the
loss of integrity among the rank and file membership,
William Empson's  Milton's God a work of criticism by the
English poet and critic; argues against the Christian idea
of God as presented by John Milton; presents the writer's
notion of the Christian God as responsible for all of the
evil as well as the good, of the past; a representative
example of the writer's belief that literary 
interpretation must be supported by biographical
facts, Gunter Grass' Katz und Maus (Cat and Mouse), Robert
A. Heinlein's  Stranger in a Strange Land, Joseph Heller's
Catch-22, speaking of taking risks or not Stanislaw Lem's
Powrot z Gwiazd (Return from the Stars)a novel by the Polish
writer of fiction, playwright, and essayist; concerns an
astronaut who returns from a mission in space and discovers
that Earth has aged 127 years during his short absence;
society has achieved peace through a scientific method that
eliminates aggression; however, as a result, human beings no
longer wish to assume risks, a quality so necessary 
for their progress and survival,  Carson McCullers' 
Clock Without Hands, Iris Murdoch's A Severed Head, 
J.D. Salinger's Franny and Zooey,  John Steinbeck's 
The Winter of Our Discontent, Leon Uris'
Mila 18, Kurt Vonnegut's Mother Night, Richard Wright's
Eight Men. 




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When I consider how my nights are spent,
near half my dreams in this dark world of books
where plot midgets vanish like frightened schnooks
and Doper's Greed is given up for Lent
withdrawing from the whole dark grandiose scheme
wrapped in a little package in my mind
I find the clues, the vision of the blind
outside the inside labyrinth of dream.

At every turn, at night's foregathering
the dividing walls collapse, the signs fade
and I am left to Sherlock clewless zones 
I listen to the song the windmills sing
I stuff my eyes with wax and retrograde
and sleep and dream of souls and living stones.