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The Line Has Shattered Screening (Bothell)

January 29, 2016
Ryukan

From Jared Leising:

The Line Has ShatteredDuring our second week of Innovative Cascadia Poetry, there will be another opportunity for people in the Seattle-area who are taking the course to meet in person.

We will be screening and discussing the film The Line Has Shattered at Cascadia College between 11-12:45 on Thursday, February 4th, and you are all welcome to attend in person.  The screening will be held in the CC1 building, room 011 (lower level).

Here’s a page with directions to the college and a map of the campus: http://www.cascadia.edu/discover/visitors/default.aspx (Links to an external site.).

Parking is not easy at 11 am, so please plan to arrive early and see costs and instructions here:http://www.cascadia.edu/discover/visitors/default.aspx (Links to an external site.).

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Note: I’ve heard The Line Has Shattered will be available through Vimeo starting in Feb. for a pay-per-view cost.  When I have a link for that, I will share it with the class.

See this link for a review of the Vancouver screening of the film: http://paulenelson.com/2013/03/23/line-has-shattered-van-po-conf/

Line trailer from Non-Inferno Media on Vimeo.

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