The
Bourbon Street Moon
Here at the Moon's Bourbon Street Cafe it's always quiet and dark, but
with plenty of candles and a roaring fire. Our cafe is not accessible by
any normal means, and certainly not open to the usual revelers in the Quarter.
Somehow, we stay removed from all of that... and we do have a rooftop entrance.
So, now that you are here... welcome. Go
to the Cafe Kiosk and share some poetry and thoughts or Go
to the Talamasca's message board. The Anne Rice Vampire Lestat
1997 Ball photos are here! Listen to Gillian Anderson
read the opening for Exit to Eden.
INVITATION by Shel Silverstein
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If you are a dreamer, come in,
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If you are a dreamer, a wisher,
a liar,
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A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean
buyer...
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If you’re a pretender, come sit
by my fire
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For we have some flax-golden tales
to spin.
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Come in! Come in!
Welcome
to the Moon Cafe. Read some poetry, post
some notes, or follow some interesting links..
Photographs are here from the Ninth Annual Anne
Rice Vampire Lestat Halloween Ball. Click here
to jump to a list of Anne Rice links or here
to go to my
message board specifically for discussion about Anne
Rice's characters and novels.
e.e. cummings
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silently if,
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out of not knowable night's utmost
nothing,
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wanders a little guess (only
which is this world)
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more my life does not leap than
with the mystery your smile sings
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or if(spiralling as luminous
they climb oblivion)voices who are dreams,
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less into heaven certainly earth
swims than each my deeper death becomes your kiss
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losing through you what seemed
myself,
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i find selves unimaginably mine;
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beyond sorrow's own joys and
hoping's very fears
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yours is the light by which my
spirit's born:
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yours is the darkness of my soul's
return -
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- you are my sun,my moon,and
all my stars
And now some links...or post
some notes or go my 1997 Anne Rice Vampire Lestat
Ball Photos
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San Francisco
Bay Guardian (newspaper) Theater: Dramatic
Resources Mystical Places to visit: Scotland,
Halloween
in New Orleans,
Ireland,
Northern California,
the Outer
Banks of North Carolina or just try the whole Lonely
Planet... Seriously Random Sites and things I like: Squirrel
Nut Zippers Screenwriting
National Public Radio,
Triangle WebGrrls Animal
Communicators Vampyre
Shops Society
for Creative Anachronism (intro) Unitarian
Universalism Triangle
Ferrets Personality
Tests Victorian Clothing
- Anne
Rice Commotion Strange
Pagan Daybook
for your PC
Here, have some more poetry while I build my pages...or post
some notes. This poem (another by cummings) has always stunned me...
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You are tired,
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(I think)
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Of the always puzzle of living
and doing;
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And so am I.
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Come with me, then,
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And we’ll leave it far and far
away –
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(Only you and I, understand!)
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You have played, (I think)
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And broke the toys you were fondest
of,
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And are a little tired now;
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Tired of things that break, and
– Just tired.
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So am I.
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But I come with a dream in my
eyes tonight,
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And I knock with a rose at the
hopeless gate of your heart- Open to me!
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For I will show you the places
Nobody knows,
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And, if you like,
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The perfect places of Sleep.
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Ah, come with me!
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I’ll blow you that wonderful
bubble, the moon,
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That floats forever and a day;
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I’ll sing you the jacinth song
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Of the probable stars;
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I will attempt the unstartled
steppes of dream,
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Until I find the Only Flower,
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Which shall keep (I think) your
little heart
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While the moon comes out of the
sea.
ANNE
RICE LINKS --- Official
Anne Rice page---Anne
Rice's Gothic World---New Orleans
Guide---"Immortal
Links" --Anne's
house on First Street---Antoine's
Restaurant---Experience
Anne's New Orleans -- Official
Anne Rice Tours-
Anne Rice Commotion Strange -The
New Orleans Times Picayune--
Wines: Cuvee Lestat and more---
Ricean Music
---Hauntings Today Tours--- Cloaks
from Gypsy Moon---Special
Contact Lenses here ---and
here, too ---Victorian
Web Sites--
Call the Anne Rice message line at (504) 522- 8634 to hear her
latest news.
Go
to my Anne Rice Message Board or just
Post
some notes on the Moon Cafe Kiosk
April Rain Song by Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon
your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter. The rain plays a little sleep-song
on our roof at night ---
And I love the rain.
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