“Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?”
― Thornton Wilder, Our Town
Click Book Cover for a PDF of the Text
― Thornton Wilder, Our Town
Click Book Cover for a PDF of the Text
The Reading Responses:
Our Town Reading Responses | |
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The Handouts:
Aristotle Classic Technique and Greek Drama | |
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The Difference Between Scene and Act | |
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Setting & Characterization "A Raisin in the Sun" (Hansberry) | |
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Dramatic Theme: Andre's Mother"(McNally) | |
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NOTES: The Chorus and Stage Diagram | |
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Our Town Reading Prompts 1 - Act 1 | |
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Our Town Reading Prompts 2 - Act 1 | |
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Our Town Reading Prompts 3 - Act 2 | |
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Our Town Reading Prompts 4 - Act 3 | |
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Socratic Seminar Prompts:
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Secondary Sources:
The Monologue Project with Rubric:
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Monologue Peer Review Forms | |
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Example Monologues:
Example Monologue - Biff Loman's Monologue from Death of a Salesman, Arthur Miller:
"You know why I had no address for three months? I stole a suit in Kansas City and I was jailed. I stole myself out of every good job since high school. And I never got anywhere because you blew me so full of hot air I could never stand taking orders from anybody! That's whose fault it is! It's goddamn time you heard that! I had to be boss big shot in two weeks, and I'm through with it! Willy! I ran down eleven flights with a pen in my hand today. And suddenly I stopped, you hear me? And in the middle of that office building, do you hear this? I stopped in the middle of that building and I saw - the sky. I saw the things that I love in the world. The work and the food and the time to sit and smoke. And I looked at the pen and said to myself, what the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I don't want to be? What am I doing in an office, making a contemptuous, begging fool of myself, when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am! Why can't I say that, Willy? Pop! I'm a dime a dozen, and so are you! I am not a leader of men, Willy, and neither are you. You were never anything but a hard-working drummer who landed in the ash-can like all the rest of them! I'm one dollar an hour, Willy! I tried seven states and couldn't raise it! A buck an hour! Do you gather my meaning? I'm not bringing home any prizes any more, and you're going to stop waiting for me to bring them home! Pop, I'm nothing! I'm nothing, Pop. Can't you understand that? There's no spite in it any more. I'm just what I am, that's all. Will you let me go, for Christ's sake? Will you take that phoney dream and burn it before something happens?"
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The Videos:
Critique of Play Performance Depicted On Youtube Critique Sheet for Acts 1, 2, & 3 | |
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OUR TOWN ACT ONE, posted by Tom Gorman
OUR TOWN ACT TWO, posted by Tom Gorman
OUR TOWN ACT THREE, posted by Tom Gorman