Thursday, December 3, 2009
Author Willy Vlautin at the Bend Library 12/10
The Deschutes Public Library highlights Oregon author Willy Vlautin during the month of December with programs and readings as part of the Celebrate Oregon Authors series being offered throughout the year of 2009. Willy Vlautin will be reading on December 10th at 4:00 p.m. at the Redmond Public Library, and on December 10th at 7:00 p.m. upstairs at the Bend Public Library. All events are free and open to the public!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Throwback Books Author Readings on Thursday!
Join us on THURSDAY, OCTOBER 15, for an evening with c.vance and Jonathan Ludwig, both of Bend, and Jonathan Treadway of Kentucky ... as Ludwig says, "three men who wish they were the love children of Charles Bukowski, Richard Brautigan, and Leonard Cohen." Come out and listen in ...
Based in Bend, Oregon, Throwback Books is a burgeoning small press company dedicated to publishing innovative writers in a retroactive style. Somewhere between mimeographs and cut-and-paste punk posters are their 32-page, typewriter written, perfect bound chapbooks.
Readings begin at 7:00 p.m. Free and open to all, though some content may not be suitable for young children.
Refreshments will be provided.
Based in Bend, Oregon, Throwback Books is a burgeoning small press company dedicated to publishing innovative writers in a retroactive style. Somewhere between mimeographs and cut-and-paste punk posters are their 32-page, typewriter written, perfect bound chapbooks.
Readings begin at 7:00 p.m. Free and open to all, though some content may not be suitable for young children.
Refreshments will be provided.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Great Author Readings Thursday Night!
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 3 AT 6:30 ...
The Central Oregon Writers Guild is now accepting entries for the 2009 Literary Harvest. Contest rules and guidelines can be found at http://centraloregonwriters.blogspot.com/2009/05/central-oregon-writers-guilds-2009_08.html.
Join us for an evening with writers Suzanne Burns, Cameron Prow, Bill Baber, and Alex Weiss--- writers who contributed to and placed in the 2008 Literary Harvest.
The Central Oregon Writers Guild is now accepting entries for the 2009 Literary Harvest. Contest rules and guidelines can be found at http://centraloregonwriters.blogspot.com/2009/05/central-oregon-writers-guilds-2009_08.html.Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Out Today: The New Stieg Larsson Book
Out today ... Stieg Larsson's THE GIRL WHO PLAYED WITH FIRE, the follow up to the hugely successful THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO. It's getting great reviews (http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/con
Friday, July 24, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
37 Days to Wake Up, Be Mindful, and Live Intentionally
Camalli Book Company is pleased to welcome author Patti Digh to the store on July 25th!What would you do if you only had 37 days to live? The death of her stepfather just 37 days after being diagnosed with cancer woke Patti Digh up, scared her, and made her examine her own life. She realized that living your best life doesn't mean ditching your job and sailing around the world--it means living each individual day with more intention.
Based on Patti's award-winning blog, 37days, LIFE IS A VERB provides 37 witty, literary, and inspiring life stories that illustrate six core practices for living without regrets, no matter how many days you have left.
Join Patti Digh at Camalli Book Company on July 25 at 5:00 p.m. Free and open to all!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
THIRD THURSDAY WORDS
Join us for THIRD THURSDAY WORDS, a monthly event at Camalli that features the words of local writers. April's event features Timmy Shakes, who has performed--and won--at the Bend Poetry Slam numerous times. Before Shakes performs we will be treated to music by Omar, who is a lovely visual and musical artist. Rumor has it that Shakes will be joined during at least one piece by MOsley WOtta.
Complimentary refreshments, as always ...
Complimentary refreshments, as always ...
DATE: Thursday, April 16
TIME: 6:30 p.m. 'til it ends
PLACE: Camalli Book Co., 1288 SW Simpson
COST: Free, of course
Timmy Shakes
Friday, April 10, 2009
April is National Poetry Month!
We'll post poems every day for the rest of the month. We've been doing this over on our Facebook site; if you haven't found us there, be sure to become a fan of Camalli Book Company on Facebook!
Today's poems are by Denis Johnson. His 2007 novel, TREE OF SMOKE, won the National Book Award, but he first started with poetry. Those collections--mostly out of print--include INNER WEATHER (1976), THE INCOGNITO LOUNGE (1982), and THE VEIL (1987). His newest novel, NOBODY MOVE, will be released next month.
Surreptitious Kissing
I want to say that
forgiveness keeps on
dividing, that hope
gives issue to hope,
and more, but of course I
am saying what is
said when in this dark
hallway one encounters
you, and paws and
assaults you—love
affairs, fast lies—and you
say it back and we
blunder deeper, as would
any pair of loosed
marionettess, any couple
of cadavers cut lately
from the scaffold,
in the secluded hallways
of whatever is
holding us up now.
The White Fires of Venus
We mourn this senseless planet of regret,
droughts, rust, rain, cadavers
that can't tell us, but I promise
you one day the white fires
of Venus shall rage: the dead,
feeling that power, shall be lifted, and each
of us will have his resurrected one to tell him,
"Greetings. You will recover
or die. The simple cure
for everything is to destroy
all the stethoscopes that will transmit
silence occasionally. The remedy for loneliness
is in learning to admit
solitude as one admits
the bayonet: gracefully,
now that already
it pierces the heart.
Living one: you move among many
dancers and don't know which
you are the shadow of;
you want to kiss your own face in the mirror
but do not approach,
knowing you must not touch one
like that. Living
one, while Venus flares
O set the cereal afire,
O the refrigerator harboring things
that live on into death unchanged."
They know all about us on Andromeda,
they peek at us, they see us
in this world illumined and pasteled
phonily like a bus station,
they are with us when the streets fall down fraught
with laundromats and each of us
closes himself in his small
San Francisco without recourse.
They see you with your face of fingerprints
carrying your instructions in gloved hands
trying to touch things, and know you
for one despairing, trying to touch the curtains,
trying to get your reflection mired in alarm tape
past the window of this then that dark
closed business establishment.
The Andromedans hear your voice like distant amusement park music
converged on by ambulance sirens
and they understand everything.
They're on your side. They forgive you.
I want to turn for a moment to those my heart loves,
who are as diamonds to the Andromedans,
who shimmer for them, lovely and useless, like diamonds:
namely, those who take their meals at soda fountains,
their expressions lodged among the drugs
and sunglasses, each gazing down too long
into the coffee as though from a ruined balcony.
O Andromedans they don't know what to do
with themselves and so they sit there
until they go home where they lie down
until they get up, and you beyond the light years know
that if sleeping is dying, then waking
is birth, and a life
is many lives. I love them because they know how
to manipulate change
in the pockets musically, these whose faces the seasons
never give a kiss, these
who are always courteous to the faces
of presumptions, the presuming streets,
the hotels, the presumption of rain in the streets.
I'm telling you it's cold inside the body that is not the body,
lonesome behind the face
that is certainly not the face
of the person one meant to become.
Today's poems are by Denis Johnson. His 2007 novel, TREE OF SMOKE, won the National Book Award, but he first started with poetry. Those collections--mostly out of print--include INNER WEATHER (1976), THE INCOGNITO LOUNGE (1982), and THE VEIL (1987). His newest novel, NOBODY MOVE, will be released next month.
Surreptitious Kissing
I want to say that
forgiveness keeps on
dividing, that hope
gives issue to hope,
and more, but of course I
am saying what is
said when in this dark
hallway one encounters
you, and paws and
assaults you—love
affairs, fast lies—and you
say it back and we
blunder deeper, as would
any pair of loosed
marionettess, any couple
of cadavers cut lately
from the scaffold,
in the secluded hallways
of whatever is
holding us up now.
The White Fires of Venus
We mourn this senseless planet of regret,
droughts, rust, rain, cadavers
that can't tell us, but I promise
you one day the white fires
of Venus shall rage: the dead,
feeling that power, shall be lifted, and each
of us will have his resurrected one to tell him,
"Greetings. You will recover
or die. The simple cure
for everything is to destroy
all the stethoscopes that will transmit
silence occasionally. The remedy for loneliness
is in learning to admit
solitude as one admits
the bayonet: gracefully,
now that already
it pierces the heart.
Living one: you move among many
dancers and don't know which
you are the shadow of;
you want to kiss your own face in the mirror
but do not approach,
knowing you must not touch one
like that. Living
one, while Venus flares
O set the cereal afire,
O the refrigerator harboring things
that live on into death unchanged."
They know all about us on Andromeda,
they peek at us, they see us
in this world illumined and pasteled
phonily like a bus station,
they are with us when the streets fall down fraught
with laundromats and each of us
closes himself in his small
San Francisco without recourse.
They see you with your face of fingerprints
carrying your instructions in gloved hands
trying to touch things, and know you
for one despairing, trying to touch the curtains,
trying to get your reflection mired in alarm tape
past the window of this then that dark
closed business establishment.
The Andromedans hear your voice like distant amusement park music
converged on by ambulance sirens
and they understand everything.
They're on your side. They forgive you.
I want to turn for a moment to those my heart loves,
who are as diamonds to the Andromedans,
who shimmer for them, lovely and useless, like diamonds:
namely, those who take their meals at soda fountains,
their expressions lodged among the drugs
and sunglasses, each gazing down too long
into the coffee as though from a ruined balcony.
O Andromedans they don't know what to do
with themselves and so they sit there
until they go home where they lie down
until they get up, and you beyond the light years know
that if sleeping is dying, then waking
is birth, and a life
is many lives. I love them because they know how
to manipulate change
in the pockets musically, these whose faces the seasons
never give a kiss, these
who are always courteous to the faces
of presumptions, the presuming streets,
the hotels, the presumption of rain in the streets.
I'm telling you it's cold inside the body that is not the body,
lonesome behind the face
that is certainly not the face
of the person one meant to become.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Third Thursday Words
THIRD THURSDAY WORDS is a monthly event that highlights the work of local and regional writers. This month we feature the work of:- Alex Weiss
- John Martin
- Peter Lovering
Both Martin and Weiss have performed at the Bend Poetry Slam, and Martin has a chapbook of poetry, THE NICK OF TIME, published in limited edition by Iota Press. Lovering has published three books of poetry, including WALKING THE HILLS OF ANDROMEDA and ORION BRINGING UP THE SUN.
Come on by and listen to the words while you enjoy a complimentary beverage!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Knitting with Melinda Keba 2/25
Wednesday, February 25 @ 6:30 . . .
Whether you're a knitting newbie or are experienced with the needles, this night offers a GREAT opportunity to learn and sharpen your skills with local knitting instructor Melinda Keba. Open to all! Bring your needles and some yarn ... we provide the instruction and wine!
Monday, February 16, 2009
February 17 at 6:30 ... Why are we here?
Discover what you really are, why you're here, and what "here" really is! Join author Randall Shelton as he discusses his new book LIFE ON EARTH: THE GAME at Camalli on TUESDAY evening, February 17, at 6:30 p.m. This is a free event that is open to all.The book is the culmination of a 30-year research project by philosopher, psychologist, religious education major, and University of Denver alumni, Randall Shelton. In the book, he offers what he believes is the most compelling revelation ever about Living on Planet Earth. Shelton's book offers a combination of illustrations and down-to-earth disclosures of a paranormal nature all leading to the intriguing epiphany: we're all in a game.
Visit his website for more info: http://www.onlyuno.com/ ... and join us on Tuesday, February 17 at 6:30 as Shelton discusses his book and his ideas.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Coming up ...
Story times are back!
Thursday, January 8 at 10:00 a.m.
Thursday, January 22 at 10:00 a.m.
Saturday, January 24 at 11:00 a.m. ... with guest reader Karen Casey and her adorable Newfoundland dog, Splash.
Also this month ... join us on Monday, January 12 when local author Diane Hammond visits the store. Hammond will discuss her new novel, HANNAH'S DREAM, and take any questions you may have. Time: 6:30.
Thursday, January 8 at 10:00 a.m.
Thursday, January 22 at 10:00 a.m.
Saturday, January 24 at 11:00 a.m. ... with guest reader Karen Casey and her adorable Newfoundland dog, Splash.
Also this month ... join us on Monday, January 12 when local author Diane Hammond visits the store. Hammond will discuss her new novel, HANNAH'S DREAM, and take any questions you may have. Time: 6:30.
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