Welcome to the Taverna di Muse
Engage in the City of Ladies Walking Tour as led by le Enchanteur.
Il Taverna di Muse is a lively place for the participants of the Soul Food Cafe writing collective to post their completed short stories, poems, photography, songs, and artwork. In addition, the Bluestocking Society meets in the Lounge to engage in lively discussion on a variety of topics.
- Lori Gloyd, the Tavern-keeper.
Il Taverna di Muse is a lively place for the participants of the Soul Food Cafe writing collective to post their completed short stories, poems, photography, songs, and artwork. In addition, the Bluestocking Society meets in the Lounge to engage in lively discussion on a variety of topics.
- Lori Gloyd, the Tavern-keeper.
Performing At The Taverna di Muse
The Taverna di Muse is having a special night for singer, songwriter's and storytellers. This is your opportunity to frock up and take the opportunity of being under the spotlight.Be assured that you will be in brilliant company, that there will be plenty of entertainment and that you will have the best of food and drink.
This is not a night to miss.
The Taverna di Muse
is a rich cafe society
- Taverna di Muse
- The Taverna di Muse is most certainly the place to be of an evening.
- Stories Are Told
- In the Taverna stories are told and songs are sung.
- Poems are Read
- Make sure to be there to hear the local poets read their work.
- Artists Share Their Work
- The rich displays of art keep visitors coming back for more.

Do The Raven Stomp
The Blue Stocking Society
meets in the Taverna di Muse
bluestocking \BLOO-stah-king\ noun: a woman having intellectual or literary interests
Did you know?
In mid-18th century England, a group of ladies decided to replace
evenings of card playing and idle chatter with "conversation parties,"
inviting illustrious men of letters to discuss literary and
intellectual topics with them.
One regular guest was scholar-botanist Benjamin Stillingfleet.
His hostesses willingly overlooked his cheap blue worsted
stockings (a type disdained by the elite) in order to have the benefit
of his lively conversation. Those who considered it inappropriate for
women to aspire to learning derisively called the group the "Blue
Stocking Society."
The women who were the original bluestockings rose above the attempted put-down and adopted the epithet as a name for members of their society.
A Lively Discussion Forum
The Blue Stockings have had some lively discussions.
- Creative Inspirations
- Members discuss the source of creative inspiration.
- Distractions and Avoidance
- All artists and writers are familiar with the distractions and avoidances that prevent them from completing their work.
- Hope
- Hope is a fragile thing with wings.
A Performance from Another Night Long Ago
by Cheshire
Good evening to all who have gathered here tonight to enjoy the splendid hospitality at Taverna di Muse. Not only the food but the entertainment has been top-notch. Lori, I suspect you will be needing to set up a reservation system once word has spread throughout Cyberia of the delights available at the Taverna di Muse. For a while I pondered what I could contribute to the festivities and I finally decided to sing a song for you. It's not a song you're likely to hear on the radio. In fact, there's only one kind of place where you could hear it and that is a science fiction convention. If you should find yourself at a convention, just ask one of the staff for directions to the "filk". Yes, you heard me correctly. I said "f-i-l-k". Rhymes with milk. Both of which are very good for you! Filk music is the music of sf and fantasy fandom. Let me tune my guitar while I tell you this last little bit. The legend goes that long ago-half a century ago-someone made a typo (typographical error that is) when writing an essay about sf music. Instead of "Folk Music" it was printed as "Filk Music". Fans being fans-the name stuck. So in fandom, a song is a 'filk', the activity is 'filking', and the singers/musicians are called 'filkers' or 'filksingers'. If this little tidbit whets your appetite, well-you know where to find me!
TIME WIND TAVERN
Words: Teri Lee
Music: "Those Were the Days"
From The Westerfilk Collection (Vol 1)
copyright 1980 by Jordin Kare.
Once upon the time winds was a tavern
Where strange folk could have a drink or two,
Reminding us of their immortal wonder.
I saw a unicorn there, didn't you?
Chorus Those days are gone, my friend;
The need is at an end
Of all those strange and mystic beasts of yore.
The dragon's gone tonight; he went without a fight
And left us here with science evermore.
Unicorns sat perched on the bar stools,
Dragons parked their tankards on the floor.
Orcs and griffins fought for lovely maidens
While imps and demons traded arcane lore.
Chorus
Witches once worked spells upon the tavern
To guard it from the sight of mortal eyes,
For mortals must not seek to know their betters;
What man can know the future and not cry?
Chorus
In the dark alone I sit and wonder,
Will they come and drink with us again?
The tavern waits in sawdust-covered splendour
To be filled with laughing creatures, who knows when?
Chorus Those days are gone, my friend;
The need is at an end
Of all those strange and mystic beasts of yore.
The dragon's gone tonight; he went without a fight
And left us here with science evermore.
This song and many others are posted at the website given below and are available to the general public for downloading. I thank you for your attention tonight. May the filk be with you always.
Cheshire
P.S. I am happy to report that dragons have been sighted again. In the Iburos Valley. Has anyone seen a unicorn yet?
(www.sccs.swarthmore.edu/org/swil/filks.html)
TIME WIND TAVERN
Words: Teri Lee
Music: "Those Were the Days"
From The Westerfilk Collection (Vol 1)
copyright 1980 by Jordin Kare.
Once upon the time winds was a tavern
Where strange folk could have a drink or two,
Reminding us of their immortal wonder.
I saw a unicorn there, didn't you?
Chorus Those days are gone, my friend;
The need is at an end
Of all those strange and mystic beasts of yore.
The dragon's gone tonight; he went without a fight
And left us here with science evermore.
Unicorns sat perched on the bar stools,
Dragons parked their tankards on the floor.
Orcs and griffins fought for lovely maidens
While imps and demons traded arcane lore.
Chorus
Witches once worked spells upon the tavern
To guard it from the sight of mortal eyes,
For mortals must not seek to know their betters;
What man can know the future and not cry?
Chorus
In the dark alone I sit and wonder,
Will they come and drink with us again?
The tavern waits in sawdust-covered splendour
To be filled with laughing creatures, who knows when?
Chorus Those days are gone, my friend;
The need is at an end
Of all those strange and mystic beasts of yore.
The dragon's gone tonight; he went without a fight
And left us here with science evermore.
This song and many others are posted at the website given below and are available to the general public for downloading. I thank you for your attention tonight. May the filk be with you always.
Cheshire
P.S. I am happy to report that dragons have been sighted again. In the Iburos Valley. Has anyone seen a unicorn yet?
(www.sccs.swarthmore.edu/org/swil/filks.html)
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