Shelley Douma

English and Drama Faculty
    Ph.D.,  University of Oregon,  Theater Arts
    M.A.,    Purdue University,  English
    B.A.,    Calvin College,   English, and Communication Arts and Sciences (with an emphasis in Theater)
Winter 2016 Classes:
    English 102 (Comp II) VI and OL
      Acting (Drama 121, 122, 123)   
                        MW 1-3:30 in the Erickson Theater
      Playwriting  (Drama 284) 
                         TTh 1-3:30 in BE 4138

Contact Information:
     office hours:   MW  11:30-12:15 in BE 4169
                             TTh   11:30-12:15 in FA 122
      and by appointment

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Thoughts from James Baldwin for this winter quarter.

“He and his boys up there were keeping it new, at the risk of ruin, destruction, madness, and death, in order to find new ways to make us listen. For, while the tale of how we suffer, and how we are delighted, and how we may triumph is never new, it always must be heard. There isn't any other tale to tell, it's the only light we've got in all this darkness.

“I had never before thought of how awful the relationship must be between the musician and his instrument. He has to fill it, this instrument, with the breath of life, his own. He has to make it do what he wants it to do. And a piano is just a piano. It's made out of so much wood and wires and little hammers and big ones, and ivory. While there's only so much you can do with it, the only way to find this out is to try; to try and make it do everything.”

“All I know about music is that not many people ever really hear it. And even then, on the rare occasions when something opens within, and the music enters, what we mainly hear, or hear corroborated, are personal, private, vanishing evocations. But the man who creates the music is hearing something else, is dealing with the roar rising from the void and imposing order on it as it hits the air. What is evoked in him, then, is of another order, more terrible because it has no words, and triumphant, too, for that same reason. And his triumph, when he triumphs, is ours.”

James Baldwin, Sonny's Blues