Wednesay

 Today we will discuss Act II of THE CRUCIBLE. We will also talk about your personal narratives, the step up, and the narration. I'll also give you some class time to write.

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In December of 1991, I was in the middle of my fifth year of college, having switch majors from Physical Therapy to English Literature. I had no prospects of a future; I thought perhaps I could work as a waiter who rapped the daily special: “Welcome to the Crystal Palace, let’s start with a house salad then wine in a chalice. Balance this with some homemade…” The previous summer I had worked at Disney World and saved a bundle of money – which was now gone to rent, car repairs, poetry books and food. I lived in a one- bedroom apartment with two guys who went around quoting Henry Miller the way some people quote the New Testament: “I call him Joe because he calls me Joe and when Carl is with us he is a Joe too. Everyone is a Joe. It is easier that way.” Needless to say, the roommates called me “Joe-Kent” for they found humor in the statement as if I were baptized in the canon of the Topic of Cancer. One of the roommates, Joe Mike, had recently taken to hanging out in nearby cemetery, conversing with the gravestones as a way to find inspiration for his music and belief in the afterlife. “The dead whisper to me” he would often announce when he entered the bedroom. It was in this atmosphere that I was hired to become poetry editor of the University of Louisville’s literary magazine, The Thinker. I don’t know what the Thinker board saw in me because I’m sure I wrote something about starting a revolution in my letter of introduction. Thus, 1992 began.