Bill Carpenter received his B.A. from Dartmouth College in 1962, and his Ph.D. in English from the University of Minnesota in 1967.

Bill Carpenter is a senior faculty member at College of the Atlantic. He is also an accomplished author. Works are: The Keeper of Sheep, The Hours of Morning: poems 1976-1979, Speaking Fire at Stones, and Rain.

My current novel, The Wooden Nickel, published by Little, Brown (Time Warner), can be previewed here.

For full course descriptions of Bill's classes, see the bottom of his bio page here.

by William Carpenter

A thief drives to the museum in his black van. The night
watchman says Sorry, closed, you have to come back tomorrow.
The thief sticks the point of his knife in the guard's ear.
I haven't got all evening, he says, I need some art.
Art is for pleasure, the guard says, not possession, you can't
something, and then the duct tape is going across his mouth.
Don't worry, the thief says, we're both on the same side.
He finds the Dutch Masters and goes right for a Vermeer:
"Girl Writing a Letter." The thief knows what he's doing.
He has a Ph.D. He slices the canvas on one edge from
the shelf holding the salad bowls right down to the
square of sunlight on the black and white checked floor.
The girl doesn't hear this, she's too absorbed in writing
her letter, she doesn't notice him until too late. He's
in the picture. He's already seated at the harpsichord.
He's playing the G Minor Sonata by Domenico Scarlatti,
which once made her heart beat till it passed the harpsichord
and raced ahead and waited for the music to catch up.
She's worked on this letter for three hundred and twenty years.
Now a man's here, and though he's dressed in some weird clothes,
he's playing the harpsichord for her, for her alone, there's no one
else alive in the museum. The man she was writing to is dead --
time to stop thinking about him -- the artist who painted her is dead.
She should be dead herself, only she has an ear for music
and a heart that's running up the staircase of the Gardner Museum
with a man she's only known for a few minutes, but it's
true, it feels like her whole life. So when the thief
hands her the knife and says you slice the paintings out
of their frames, you roll them up, she does it; when he says
you put another strip of duct tape over the guard's mouth
so he'll stop talking about aesthetics, she tapes him, and when
the thief puts her behind the wheel and says, drive, baby,
the night is ours, it is the Girl Writing a Letter who steers
the black van on to the westbound ramp for Storrow Drive
and then to the Mass Pike, it's the Girl Writing a Letter who
drives eighty miles an hour headed west into a country
that's not even discovered yet, with a known criminal, a van
full of old masters and nowhere to go but down, but for the
Girl Writing a Letter these things don't matter, she's got a beer
in her free hand, she's on the road, she's real and she's in love.







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Poetry and the American Environment

The Aesthetics of Violence

Starting Your Novel

Creative Writing

Tutorial: Advanced Fiction

Tutorial: Continuing Your Novel II

Shakespeare: Character, Conflict, and Cinematography

Shakespeare: Character, Conflict, and Cinematography - WF

Tutorial: Advanced Narrative

Tutorial: Advanced Studies in Jung

The Eye and the Poet







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