{"id":2381,"date":"2015-10-16T17:41:54","date_gmt":"2015-10-16T17:41:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=2381"},"modified":"2015-10-16T17:41:54","modified_gmt":"2015-10-16T17:41:54","slug":"the-muses-cafe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-muses-cafe\/","title":{"rendered":"The Muses Caf\u00e9"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_2382\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2382\" style=\"width: 838px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/The-Muses-Cafe-in-Easons-in-Dublins-O-Connell-Street.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/The-Muses-Cafe-in-Easons-in-Dublins-O-Connell-Street.jpg\" alt=\"The Muses Cafe in Easons in Dublins O Connell Street\" width=\"838\" height=\"309\" class=\"size-full wp-image-2382\" srcset=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/The-Muses-Cafe-in-Easons-in-Dublins-O-Connell-Street.jpg 838w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/The-Muses-Cafe-in-Easons-in-Dublins-O-Connell-Street-300x111.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 838px) 100vw, 838px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-2382\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Muses Cafe in Easons in Dublins O Connell Street<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<blockquote><p>Easons on Dublins O&#8217; Connell Street has a Cafe called Muses&#8230; appropiate for a bookshop! While there, looking at pictures of now famous Irish writers on the wall some years back, I, a writer as I call myself, wondered will someday my picture hang there? I think every writer wonders of their legacy after their day&#8230; no? This is a very old verse of mine I republish on the website&#8230;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>As I pay, I look on their faces<br \/>\nAnd I wonder, are they proud<br \/>\nNow that they are acknowledged with<br \/>\nThe respect in life so often not allowed? <\/p>\n<p>And as I eat I wonder will<br \/>\nOn some far off distant day<br \/>\nMy picture, name and words shall be<br \/>\nOn a wall in the Muses Caf\u00e9? <\/p>\n<p>Could I reach the heights they&#8217;ve known<br \/>\nWith my offerings of poetry and prose<br \/>\nShall my name be as synonymous as theirs<br \/>\nOnly I care and only God knows <\/p>\n<p>Did they on a day now past<br \/>\nWonder then as I now, of their future fame<br \/>\nThe only reward that surrounds our death<br \/>\nFor anonymity is the ulimate shame <\/p>\n<p>As they sat and wrote with quill<br \/>\nDid they think as I: as I scribble in Biro<br \/>\nA rhyme to pass the time or record a thought<br \/>\nOf women, nature, or wonders south of Cairo? <\/p>\n<p>The till girl smiles, pearl white teeth with ruby lips<br \/>\nShy downward glance and snow white skin&#8230;<br \/>\nShall I from those walls of the Muses Caf\u00e9 look down<br \/>\nAs another admires another and dreams of original sin? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Easons on Dublins O&#8217; Connell Street has a Cafe called Muses&#8230; appropiate for a bookshop! While there, looking at pictures of now famous Irish writers on the wall some years back, I, a writer as I call myself, wondered will someday my picture hang there? I think every writer wonders &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[475,90,233,3],"tags":[2502,2501,815,2281,2231],"class_list":["post-2381","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dander-in-dublin","category-walking-verses","category-writers","category-writing","tag-after-our-time","tag-bookshop","tag-pondering-a-writers-legacy","tag-writer","tag-writers-legacy","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-Cp","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1229,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/discovering-the-writings-if-betjeman-and-the-argument-over-muses-in-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":2381,"position":0},"title":"Discovering the writings if Betjeman, and the argument over Muses in Poetry","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"13th August 2008","format":false,"excerpt":"I have recently come across the work of the writer John Betjeman, who heretofor I had only known for his political activities, being vaguely aware of his writing capacities. 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