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SUMMARY:¡Bardaphilia!  FALL 2024
DESCRIPTION:Leonardo DiCaprio & Claire Danes in the Bay Lehman film “Romeo + Juliet” \n  \n“All the world’s a stage\, and all the men and women merely players…” \n  \n¡Bardaphilia! \n  \n If you don’t already love Shakespeare\, this class will remedy that. And if you do…you know there’s nothing more fun than reading the plays and poems together with friends. Actor and director Johnny Stallings (stallingsjohnny@gmail.com) is the genial host. \nFriday evenings\, 7-9 pm\, at Taborspace\, 5441 SE Belmont \nSeptember 13th\, Muir Hall: Shakespeare the Storyteller (with special guest J Kahn) (This was changed to an online event because of Covid exposure.) \nOctober 25th\, Artspace Room: Measure for Measure \nNovember 15th Artspace Room: Shakespeare on Film \nThis is a FREE Open Road Event
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  10/3/24
DESCRIPTION:  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nOctober 3\, 2024 \n  \nI’ve been having a conversation with myself in my journal for the past 54 years\, or so. Here are excerpts from the entry for January 16th\, followed by a brief essay\, “perfect moments\,” that I wrote on January 17th\, followed by excerpts from what I wrote on January 23rd: \n  \nmonday\, september 16th \n  \nperfect day \nperfect silence \nperfect coffee \nthis home is a well-ordered place of refuge for two human beings \noutside these walls\, in some places\, perfect chaos and confusion \nperfect fear… \nperfect sorrow… \nperfect healing… \nperfect love \nthe neon sign says: LOVE WINS \nso it must be true… \nthe dance of shadows on the wall… \nhelping to co-create culture that nurtures—a local and a global culture of peace\, love\, happiness & understanding—begins with my own deep peace\, love\, happiness & understanding \na silence that is free of fear and hatred \nlove for everyone and everything \nboundless joy \ncontinuing to improve my understanding of what’s going on here by learning from wise thoughtful intelligent people \nin order to be more helpful \nto choose wisely \nto not utter words that are hurtful \nthere’s a rough and tumble aspect to human life \ndon’t be too attached to non-attachement \nor to ideas of no-self\, ātman\, et cetera \ndon’t forget to laugh and have fun \ndon’t take yourself or your opinions too seriously \nfeel the beauty of the blue sky and the puffy white clouds \nthe green of the leaves on the trees and bushes and grass \nthe bright flowers \nthe bright flowers! \ni know why buddha held up a flower \nthe surprising thing is that everyone in the assembly didn’t get enlightenment at that moment \nthe bewildering thing is that we live in a world that has flowers in it and yet people hurt each other \nhow can this be? \ni guess it’s because there are other things besides flowers in the world \nthere are\, for example\, guns… \ni feel bad for the people who have lots of guns and no flowers… \nin a world teeming with life\, everything dies \nand new things arrive \nnew people and plants and birds and bugs and elephants are always arriving \nelephants! \nwonderful beings! \nmonarch butterflies! \nwhat a world! \nit’s amazing that shakespeare wrote a midsummer night’s dream and king lear \nit’s amazing that there are elephants and monarch butterflies \nand hummingbirds and pansies \nyellow pansies and little bright purple flowers  \ni’m in love with this world! \n  \nperfect moments \n  \nis this moment perfect? \nyes! \n  \ni would like to sing the praise of perfect moments \nand so i shall \n  \neveryone has experienced perfect moments \nand yet many people are dissatisfied\, unhappy\, miserable \nthis is puzzling \nthis very moment might be felt to be perfect \nand if it’s not\, the next perfect moment might be right around the corner \n  \nthe older i get\, the more perfect moments i enjoy \ni get a lot of blessings \ni’m a happy man \n  \nto the extent that happiness is an art\, and not just an accident\, it might be the art of noticing and appreciating perfect moments \n  \nlike this one \n  \ni like to start the day slowly\, in silence \nwith a cup of coffee and two shortbread cookies \nnot by checking my inbox\, or reading the new york times \ni sit on the couch and look out the window \nthe backyard is filled with flowers \nthey are glorious\, perfect! \nperfect little birds come to the bird feeder \nthis morning: song sparrows\, goldfinches\, house finches\, juncos \nsometimes puffy white clouds float by in the blue sky \nevery one perfect \n  \nthis morning the sky is overcast \nhave you ever noticed that some people say\, “i love the rain!”? \non sunny summer days that are not too hot and not too cool\, people seem to be in a good mood\, more cheerful\, more friendly \nin portland\, where i live\, it rains a lot \nit makes everything green \nbut people complain about the rain\, and even get depressed \nthe person who says\, “i love the rain!” is doing a kind of jiu jitsu \nsomething that makes most people sad makes them happy \nthat’s a pretty neat trick \n  \nthich nhat hanh used to say\, with a warm smile\, “the present moment is a wonderful moment” \nyou might notice that most problems are elsewhere \n  \nif there is so much to take delight in\, why isn’t everybody happy—at least most of the time? \nthere are countervailing forces in play \nsome are external and some are internal \n  \nto start with inner obstacles to happiness\, we might look at “bad mental habits” \nin this computer age\, to say we have been “programmed” is a useful metaphor \nour experiences\, our society\, our family of origin have instilled habits in each of us \nsome of those habits promote well-being \nsome do the opposite \nsome people are open\, cheerful\, friendly \nsome are anxious\, some are angry\, some are sad \n  \nof course a sad moment can be\, and often is\, a perfect moment \nbut to be sad all the time is to miss something that’s good for you—joy! \n  \nour external circumstances play a role in our feelings of well-being\, or lack of them \na prison environment does not tend to promote happiness and well-being \nand yet one of the happiest people i know is living in prison \nhe has mastered the art of appreciating perfect moments \n  \npeople in ukraine and gaza and lebanon and sudan and israel are currently experiencing the terrible tragedy of war \nand yet the experiences of people in those places are not uniformly bleak \nthere are perfect moments \nthere have to be\, because an act of kindness is a perfect moment \nand surely there must be many many acts of kindness under those terrible conditions \n(ceasefire now!—everywhere\, always and forever) \n  \nhuman life on earth includes tragedy\, violence and injustice \nthey are exacerbated by fear\, hatred\, anger and greed \nthey are mitigated by love and kindness and joy and tranquility \n  \nto enjoy a perfect moment is to live—for a moment—in paradise \nnot the imaginary paradise that will arrive someday if we all just do everything differently than the way we’re doing things now \nbut a real paradise in this perfect moment \n  \nbankei calls this our unborn buddha mind \nand asks why anyone would want to exchange their unborn buddha mind for the mind of a hungry ghost \n  \nperfect moments don’t necessarily have anything to do with religion or spirituality— although spiritual practices and religious symbols create perfect moments for many people \nperfect moments are democratic \nthey’re available to anyone\, anywhere\, anytime \nspecial environments\, like japanese gardens\, are sometimes created so that people who go there are more likely to experience perfect moments \na garden is a paradise \nmy local tea shop\, the tao of tea\, is a place where people go to enjoy perfect moments\, alone or with friends \n  \nin quest of perfect moments\, people go for walks in nature\, listen to and play music\, make art\, read and write poems\, make love \nmy own predilection is for simple pleasures \nthey’re readily available\, cost nothing\, and require no effort \n  \nit is my hope that while reading these meandering words you had a perfect moment \nor remembered a perfect moment \nor felt the importance of appreciating perfect moments \nso that\, over time\, you enjoy so many perfect moments that you can’t believe how lucky you are to live in a world filled with miracle and beauty \n  \nmonday\, september 23rd \n  \nit’s hard to get used to the idea that we don’t know \nbecause we like to pretend we do \n  \nfrom Endymion \n  \nBOOK 1 \n  \nA thing of beauty is a joy for ever: \nIts loveliness increases; it will never \nPass into nothingness; but still will keep \nA bower quiet for us\, and a sleep \nFull of sweet dreams\, and health\, and quiet breathing. \nTherefore\, on every morrow\, are we wreathing \nA flowery band to bind us to the earth\, \nSpite of despondence\, of the inhuman dearth \nOf noble natures\, of the gloomy days\, \nOf all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways \nMade for our searching: yes\, in spite of all\, \nSome shape of beauty moves away the pall \nFrom our dark spirits. Such the sun\, the moon\, \nTrees old and young\, sprouting a shady boon \nFor simple sheep; and such are daffodils \nWith the green world they live in; and clear rills \nThat for themselves a cooling covert make \n‘Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake\, \nRich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms… \n  \n—John Keats (1795-1821) \n  \ni was talking with howard on the phone last night \ni was trying to say something about pansies and moments \n  \nwe have ideas that there are bad times and good times \n“the dark ages\,” “the enlightenment\,” et cetera \nwe don’t know \nthe perfect moment in which i enjoy the pansies on our porch and the little purple flowers (lobelia!) beside them—that moment has no boundary \nto say that the moment is “fleeting” is an idea about the moment \nthe moment itself has no idea\, no duration \nit is neither long nor short \nit has nothing to do with “time” \ntime is another idea \nfor me\, one yellow pansy is more important than the War of 1812 \n“more important” isn’t right \nit has nothing to do with the relative importance of one thing or another thing \nfour and a half billion years is not longer than a moment \nthe bonneville dam is not more important or less important than a yellow pansy \nthe question of whether things are getting “better” or “worse” has nothing to do with the pansy \n  \nkeats said it perfectly: \na thing of beauty is a joy for ever \nhe was right \nthat’s true \nthe pansy gives me boundless pleasure \ninfinite delight \nenjoying a pansy for a moment makes my whole life “worthwhile” \ni’m happy that i got to come to planet earth and enjoy the pansies and lobelia \n  \nwhat about the horrors of war? \nthe horrors of war are unspeakably horrible \npeople should be growing pansies instead of killing each other \nwhy they’re not remains a mystery \nwe have theories about the causes of war \nhere’s my theory about what causes war: \nunhappiness \n  \nthe cure for war? \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nby living in love and peace and joy we are setting a good example for our fellow mortals \n  \nwalt says:  \neach moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy \n& \nthis minute that comes to me over the past decillions\,  \nthere is no better than it and now \n  \nkrishnamurti speaks of “freedom from the known”… \n  \nblake says: \neternity is in love with the productions of time \n& \nto see a world in a grain of sand \nand a heaven in a wild flower \nhold infinity in the palm of your hand \nand eternity in an hour… \n  \nthere’s no such thing as death \neither you’re alive\, or you’re not \nonly people who are alive can read this \nsquirrels can’t read it \nthey don’t need to \nthey’re busy “living in the present moment” \n* \n  \nIn 1971\, Charles Erickson and I met a Dutch sailor in India named Jules Dams. Jules posted something about John Wesley on Facebook that Charles forwarded to me: \n  \nJohn Wesley’s Manifesto \n\nReduce the gap between rich people and poor people\nHelp everyone to have a job\nHelp the poorest\, including introducing a living wage\nOffer the best possible education\nHelp everyone to feel that they can make a difference\nPromote tolerance\nPromote equal treatment for women\nCreate a society based on values and not on profits and consumerism\nEnd all forms of slavery\nAvoid getting into wars\nShare the love of God with everyone\nCare for the environment\n\n  \nJohn Wesley (1703-1791) was founder of the Methodist Church. This “manifesto” “based on his writings” is on display at the Wesley Museum in Bristol\, England. As a kid\, my family went to the Methodist Church. Maybe some seeds were planted. \n  \n—Johnny Stallings \n* \n  \nInspired by Martha and Elizabeth during Bibliophiles\, I went back to read a mystery by an author I loved. In 1975 Wilhelm Van de Vettering wrote Outsider in Amsterdam\, whose main character reflected his own—a zen student\, jazz musician\, cat-loving policeman living in Amsterdam. Very low key plot.  \n  \nAt one point this character meets a housebound sedentary old man on a house call. He feels that his life is thankfully so different from this man’s world\, when he spies the man’s record collection.  They share the same taste in music and they have all the same records!   \n  \nEverything stops…they have this moment. \n  \nWhen asked\, the old man says\, yes\, he has had these moments before…    \n  \n“I never quite understood them. Something occurs\, you notice something\, and suddenly the moment is there. You can’t explain it\, maybe you don’t want to explain it. I remember when it happened for the first time. I saw a hornbill in the zoo. Some people call them rhinoceros-birds. It looked so weird that suddenly my whole life changed. I saw my life differently. I knew it would change back again and become boring again\, ordinary\, everyday life. But that moment it was all different. The logic had been knocked out of it….Nobody can explain a hornbill to me. That’s the beauty of it maybe.”  \n  \nThat was very satisfying in itself; I thoroughly enjoyed reading the fifty year old book again. The next day I went with my grandkids to the zoo; I hadn’t been to the zoo for ever. We were going through the giraffe’s area and there was a most unusual bird staring up at us. A sign said\, The Hornbill! I had read 11-year-old Sylvan the passage from Outsider in Amsterdam\, and he asked me\, with a smile\, “Are you having a hornbill moment\, Grandma?” I laughed and told him\, “No\, but I have had them before.” \n  \nTo these moments that always stay with us\, however absurd\, and make no sense to anyone else’s reality\,  but are so meaningful to us! \n  \nThis makes me think of a great William Stafford poem –  \n  \nWhy I Am Happy \n  \nNow has come\, an easy time. I let it \nroll. There is a lake somewhere \nso blue and far nobody owns it. \nA wind comes by and a willow listens \ngracefully. \n  \nI hear all this\, every summer. I laugh \nand cry for every turn of the world\, \nits terribly cold\, innocent spin. \nThat lake stays blue and free; it goes \non and on. \n  \nAnd I know where it is. \n  \n—William Stafford \n  \npeace and joy\,    \n—Katie Radditz
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  11/7/24
DESCRIPTION:“The School of Athens” by Raphael \n  \nTHIS IS THE 100th ISSUE OF peace\, love\, happiness & understanding!!! \n  \nNovember 7\, 2024 \n  \nCoffee Shop Philosophy \n  \nThe first question is: what’s the difference between “coffee shop philosophy” and “philosophy”? \n  \nPhilosophy is an academic discipline\, taught in universities. Philosophy professors teach students about the Famous Philosophers and their ideas. The list of Famous Philosophers is not an especially long one. It includes people like Plato and Descartes and Spinoza and Hegel. Those guys. \n  \nCoffee shop philosophy is an informal inquiry into the meaning of life\, which can take place anywhere\, but thrives especially in…coffee shops. And tea shops. There are no professors. No experts. All participants have equal status. The questions are immediate\, not abstract. They are personal. In academic philosophy\, thinking has primacy. Coffee shop philosophizing includes thinking\, but also feeling. Academic Philosophy asks: “What did Kant think?” Coffee shop philosophy asks: “What do you think?” \n  \nOriginally\, the word “philosopher” meant “lover of wisdom.” Is wisdom confined to what the Famous Philosophers wrote? I don’t think so. Here are some of the people who are not taught in academic philosophy classes: Martin Luther King\, Walt Whitman\, Susan Griffin\, William Shakespeare\, Black Elk\, Lao Tzu\, J. Krishnamurti\, William Blake\, Fyodor Dostoevsky—all wise people! It’s a much\, much longer list of people whose writings can enrich and illumine our lives\, but who are not Famous Philosophers. \n  \nCoffee shop philosophy is friendly. There is laughter! There are no grades. You can’t fail. Friends get together to talk about what is most urgent to them. It can include psychology\, ecology\, poetry\, love\, happiness\, death! Everything! We wonder about the meaning of our life. What are we doing here? We want to become wiser\, kinder\, more happy\, more free. We talk about our life journeys\, what we’ve learned so far\, what continues to baffle us. \n  \nI took a couple Philosophy classes in college\, long long ago. For more than 50 years now I’ve been avidly practicing coffee shop philosophy—alone and with others. If you keep a journal\, you can have a long long philosophical conversation with yourself. \n  \nI’ve learned more about living\, more about happiness\, more about love\, more about freedom—more actual wisdom—from Walt Whitman’s poem “Song of Myself” than from any other writing. Because he’s labeled a “poet\,” and not a “philosopher\,” he’s not studied in Philosophy classes. I think of Walt as my friend—along with William Shakespeare and Thich Nhat Hanh and John Moriarty and Brian Doyle and many many other friends whose books fill my bookshelves and spill over onto the floor. I think of them as companions on my life journey\, as fellow coffee shop philosophers. \n  \nThe endless deep dialogues I’ve had with friends in coffee shops and tea shops and prisons have greatly enriched my life. For thirteen years I practiced coffee shop philosophy every week with men in Oregon prisons. There was no coffee. But there was something beautiful that I don’t know how to describe. I guess the closest word is “love.” \n  \nI love books! I’ve learned a lot from books\, but we also gain wisdom from our life experience\, and from sharing our experience and insights with each other. We need coffee shop philosophy! We need each other! \n  \nThese days I still get together with friends for coffee and deep dialogue every week. We do it because we love to have big personal conversations about life and love and what’s going on within us and around us.  Over time\, we get to know each other better and love each other more deeply. That seems like a good thing for humans to do.   \n  \n—Johnny Stallings \n* \n  \nCan you feel surging joy and profound sadness at the same time? How can a heart handle both at once? \n  \nOnce in the habit of morning walks with the dog\, the habit continues without the dog\, Lolo having died about one and a half months ago. She was sixteen years old\, and we’d rescued her fifteen years earlier from Home At Last animal shelter in The Dalles. They had found her wandering the streets of Shaniko\, a ghost town in Oregon. Scrawny and fearful\, she cowered when anyone tried to touch her; but I knew that with time and love and stability and security she would be a perfect pooch. And she was. Hiking\, backpacking\, snowshoeing\, beach walking—she went pretty much everywhere with us. Everyone loved her and she loved everyone. The great comfort dog. Any shred of anger\, depression\, fear or disappointment would melt away when I touched her silky ears. So you can surely understand the sadness I feel. \n  \nSo what’s with the surging joy??? Is that possible? Well\, I walk out the door and am kicking through huge\, magical\, golden maple leaves the size of dinner plates.  They’re spinning\, spiraling slowly beneath a vault of blue. Blue sky\, white clouds\, yellow gold leaves; how could I not feel a surge of joy?!  It overtakes my heart. \n  \nMore joy: It’s a good thing to spend time deciding whether you love October or November more. A contest for best month of the year. This is good: Is it the bustling oranges and reds and yellows of the buckets and buckets of leaves filling your vision in October? Or is it the beauty and starkness of the bare\, black\, muscular limbs once the leaves have shed in November? After all\, it’s then that you can see through  the bushy busy-ness of trees\, to the hills beyond\, to the mountains beyond. It’s then that you can settle into the spareness of November\, settle into the cool rain patters\, and the darkened mornings and evenings. I love it.  \n  \nCan I feel both\, then—-joy and sadness? I decree that yes I can\, and  do. \n  \n—Jude Russell \n* \n  \nKim Stafford’s latest book is A Proclamation for Peace: Translated into World Languages. In the book\, his poem “A Proclamation for Peace” is translated into 50 different languages\, including Arabic\, Armenian\, Ashaninka & Bislama; Gaeilge\, Greek & Hebrew; Pashto\, Persian & Punjabi; Quechua\, Romani\, Romanian & Russian; Tagalog\, Tamil & Thai; Ukrainian & Vietnamese; Yoruba\, Yucatec & Zapotec. The book can be ordered from bookshop.org. Here’s the English version of the poem: \n  \nA Proclamation for Peace \n  \nWhereas the world is a house on fire; \nWhereas the nations are filled with shouting;  \nWhereas hope seems small\, sometimes \n     a single bird on a wire \n     left by migration behind. \n  \nWhereas kindness is seldom in the news \n     and peace an abstraction \n     while war is real; \n  \nWhereas words are all I have; \nWhereas my life is short;  \nWhereas I am afraid; \nWhereas I am free—despite all \n     fire and anger and fear; \n  \nBe it therefore resolved a song \nshall be my calling—a song \nnot yet made shall be my vocation \nand peaceful words the work \nof my remaining days. \n  \n—Kim Stafford\, originally published in Wild Honey\, Tough Salt \n* \n  \nI also wrote a proclamation for peace. Coincidence? Peace is always something we can use more of\, so I’ll include it here: \n  \nMy Foolproof Plan for World Peace \n  \nI hereby declare today to be International Love Day. \nAnd a General Armistice. \nAll hostilities must cease on International Love Day. \nHenceforward\, every day is International Love Day. \n  \n—Johnny Stallings\, from The Nonstop Love-In: poems\, stories\, essays & other writings \n  \nshāntih  shāntih  shāntih
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SUMMARY:¡Six Mystics!  11/9/24
DESCRIPTION:“The River of Life” by William Blake \n  \n¡Six Mystics! \nHan Shan\, Hafiz\, Thomas Traherne\, William Blake\,  \nWalt Whitman & Black Elk \n  \n  \nExplore the poetry and visions of six mystics from different times and cultures in a workshop with Johnny Stallings.  \nThis event is live and online!  \nThe live event is at Taborspace (see below). For those who are far away\, here’s the Zoom link: \n https://us02web.zoom.us/j/86482174323 \n  \nRather than a brief presentation\, I want to go into the material more deeply\, so I’m doing a four-hour workshop\, with a one-hour lunch break. There will be lots of opportunities for everyone to share their own ideas and experience. (We are all\, in some sense\, mystics.)  \nIf you can’t stay for the whole time\, either live or in-person\, you are welcome to drop in for as long as you can. \nIf you have questions\, or want to register in advance\, contact Johnny at stallingsjohnny@gmail.com or  503-347-6869. (Letting me know in advance that you plan to attend\, for all or part of the time\, is helpful to me.) \n  \nThis live workshop is in the Library at Taborspace\, 5441 SE Belmont\, in Portland. \nSaturday\, November 9th\, 10-3 (Lunch from 12-1; bring a sack lunch.) \nThis Open Road event is free.
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SUMMARY:¡Bardaphilia!: Shakespeare on Film  11/15/24
DESCRIPTION:Mieko Harada as Lady Kaede in Kurosawa’s “Ran” \n  \n¡Bardaphilia!  \n  \nShakespeare on Film \n  \nFor our Shakespeare class on Friday\, November 25th\, we’ll talk about filmed versions of Shakespeare’s plays and watch film clips together. \n  \nTaught by Johnny Stallings \nFriday evening\, November 15th\, 7-9 pm \nArtspace Room at Taborspace\, 5441 SE Belmont\, in Portland \nThis Open Road event is FREE!
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SUMMARY:¡Bibliophiles Unanimous!  11/17/24
DESCRIPTION:¡Bibliophiles Unanimous!   \n  \nFriendly online conversation that starts out with books and…meanders. \n  \nOn November 17th\, at 3 pm\, our topic is: \n  \n¡Oddball Books! \n  \nWhat\, you might ask\, is an oddball book?\n \nHere are a few examples:\n \nA book you have that you’re pretty sure none of the other bibliophiles have–and maybe haven’t even heard of.\nA book that is unlike other books.\nA book that has unusual ideas or things you haven’t heard elsewhere.\nA book that is extremely imaginative.\nBooks written by or about oddballs or crazy people.\n\n\n  \n\n\nThis is a free Open Road event! \nHere’s the Zoom link: \n  \n https://us02web.zoom.us/j/87614013058.  \n  \nEarlier this Fall\, we had… \n  \nBooks That Changed the Way You See the World (September 15th) \nFavorite Poems & Poets (October 13th) \n 
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SUMMARY:Dream of a Ridiculous Man  11/23/24
DESCRIPTION:Dream of a Ridiculous Man  \n  \nJohnny Stallings reads his performance version of Fyodor Dostoevsky’s magical final short story\, followed by dialogue. \nThis story–(see below)–is guaranteed to astonish! \n \nMuch better to experience it LIVE–bring a friend–but for those who are too far away\, or don’t drive at night\, you can watch on Zoom (at 7 pm\, Pacific Time). \n \nHere’s the Zoom link:\n\n\nhttps://us02web.zoom.us/j/81824888865 \n  \n\nArtspace Room at Taborspace\, 5441 SE Belmont\, in Portland \nSaturday\, November 23rd\, 7 pm \nFree
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