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September 19, 2019

Dear Friends and Neighbors,

Last week I missed writing the newsletter because I was in New York celebrating my father-in-law's 90th birthday. It was such a joyous occasion, made even more special by watching the Harvest Moon rise above the city skyline. 

This week is sadder. In addition to performing in Marjorie Prime, I'm making plans to return to Oklahoma to bury my father who died yesterday.

I must admit that I'm not sure how I will make it through this week. Knowing that I have kind, supportive folks in the audience will help. If you like live theater at all, I hope you can come to see this remarkable play. 

It's strange that this production so closely parallels my life right now. It's about Marjorie, an 85-year-old woman, with dementia and nearing death. "The Gates," penguins, and black poodles show up at some point in the play, and each has deep significance for me. My mother had a black poodle, Jerry, that she doted on; I was able to be in NYC in 2005 to see "The Gates;" and Roger and I traveled to Antarctica in 2001 where there were lots and lots of penguins. 

Marjorie has a complicated relationship with her daughter, sad memories from her past that have long been repressed, and a 30-year-old companion who is a hologram of her dead husband. Conversations revolve around the stories that the family members tell each other and the Artificial Intelligence beings (called primes) about themselves. 

Memories are just that. Never factual--only stories.

All through humankind's existence, we have told each other stories about who we are. When Roger and I first met, we had a great bunch of friends, and almost every time we were together, we would tell stories about this one or the other. Stories that grew into legends. As new folks joined our gang, we would tell these stories again and again, and pretty soon, the new folks became part of the old stories, too, and they remembered them almost as if they had been there when it happened. The stories had their own life. 

When I used to attend St. Michael's, one of my favorite services was the Easter Vigil. It didn't matter that it lasted hours, because I loved hearing again and again the stories of our faith--stories that carried us from creation to the cross, and then rejoicing into the resurrection. Even though I no longer believe there is veracity in those stories, they still contain profound truths about who we are and how we can best relate to one another.

I fear I am wandering now, and it's hard to keep focused on the task at hand while I'm trying to help plan my dad's service from more than a thousand miles away. I won't go into all of what we have going on at the Clinton in the next couple of weeks, but I hope you do take time to look at our schedule. I will see you all in October.


The Sadness of Clothes

by Emily Fragos

When someone dies, the clothes are so sad. They have outlived
their usefulness and cannot get warm and full.
You talk to the clothes and explain that he is not coming back

as when he showed up immaculately dressed in slacks and plaid
and had that beautiful smile on and you’d talk.
You’d go to get something and come back and he’d be gone.

You explain death to the clothes like that dream.
You tell them how much you miss the spouse
and how much you miss the pet with its little winter sweater.

You tell the worn raincoat that if you talk about it,
you will finally let grief out. The ancients etched the words
for battle and victory onto their shields and then they went out

and fought to the last breath. Words have that kind of power
you remind the clothes that remain in the drawer, arms
folded across the chest, or slung across the backs of chairs,

or hanging inside the dark closet. Do with us what you will,
they faintly sigh, as you close the door on them.
He is gone and no one can tell us where.



Indie Action Thriller: MINE 9

"'s a film about something real, not a horror picture about a group of shapely cavers who descend into the earth and get trapped with monsters chasing them. The monsters in the effective, streamlined thriller "Mine 9" are all around us." Jonathan W. Hickman, Daily Film Fix

Oregon Independent Film Festival

September 20 - 22, the 8th Annual Oregon Independent Film Festival© returns to showcase the best in independent cinema to our magnificent state of Oregon.


Cinekink is bringing its best to the Clinton on September 25. The award-winning selections in this sex-positive and kink-friendly showcase range from documentary to drama, comedy to experimental, mildly spicy to quite explicit – and everything in between!


SEEKING A FRIEND FOR THE END OF THE WORLD, September 23; Buena Vista Social Club, September 30; DAY OF THE JACKAL, October 7; BRAZIL, October 14; ERASERHEAD, October 21; KUNG FU HUSTLE, November 11; TREMORS, November 25; HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS, December 9; THE DARK CRYSTAL, December 16.

The seventy mile wide asteroid known commonly as Matilda is set to collide with Earth in exactly three weeks time, and we'll be bringing you up-to-the-minute coverage of our countdown to the 'End of Days', along with *all* your classic rock favorites. This is Q 107.2.



Submissions are closed, and we're now reviewing them all and making our selections. An amazing bunch of short films and features and I can't wait to share them with you! Mark your calendars now!!! PUFF is coming the weekend of October 17 to 20.

Climate Strike for Immigrant Justice is Sunday, September 22 from 12 - 2pm. Join a community art action converging on the Hawthorne Bridge at noon! Collaborate to install a stunning artistic visual, and rally on the Waterfront with live music, speakers, art and more!

2019 Portland Greek Festival is October 4 - 6. Three days of authentic Greek cuisine, music, dance, family and much more!!!

For Lovers of the Strange and Unusual. . . For the first time . . . The Portland Oddities & Curiosities Expo! Saturday, October 19th.

My memoir UNFIT: The Tale of One Pregnant Teen in the Time Before Roe v Wade will be released in November. If you would like to be on a list for presale announcements, please contact me directly at


I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death. 
Robert Fulghum

Don't be a stranger. Come see us soon.

Kind regards,

Lani Jo

Every Saturday night since April 1978, the historic Clinton Street Theater has played host to The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

On the first, third and fifth Saturdays of the month, members of our very own shadowcast, the Clinton Street Cabaret, perform live while the movie plays on the screen behind them. On the second and fourth Saturdays of each month, the Rocky Horror Picture Show is "Be It Yourself," turning the attention on YOU the audience. You bring the costumes! You bring the dance numbers! You bring the fun!

So unpack that French Maid's dress from that box behind the kids' old toys and dust off your tap shoes. Bring your rice, the toast, and some friends and come on down to the longest running RHPS in the WORLD! No matter when you decide to come, whether you are are a virgin or a veteran you'll delight in this cinematic right of passage and cherished Portland tradition.

Doors open at 11:30pm
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