“Without much ado, Ginsberg, along with Orlovsky and Fakir, arrived one Sunday at the Coffee House looking for Bengali poets. The cafe was abuzz with writers, editors and journalists. Each group had a different table—some had joined two or more tables and brought together different conversations on one plate. But somehow, everyone seemed to have an inchoate understanding of the business of war and what it spelled out for them in the end.” CalcuttaGinsbergMalaySamirCoffeehouseChaibasaHungryalists Book:The Hungryalists Source: The Hungryalists
“Monday ushers in a particularly impressive clientele of red-eyed people properly pressed into dry-cleaned suits in neutral tones. They leave their equally well-buttoned children idling in SUVs while dashing to grab double-Americanos and foamy sweet lattes, before click-clacking hasty escapes in ass-sculpting heels and polished loafers with bowl-shaped haircuts that age every face to 40. My imagination speed evolves their unfortunate offspring from car seat-strapped oxygen-starved fast-blooming locusts, to the knuckle-drag harried downtown troglodytes they’ll inevitably become. One by one I capture their flat-formed heads between index finger and thumb for a little crush-crush-crushing, ever aware that if I’m lucky one day their charitable contributions will fund my frown-faced found art project to baffle someone’s hallway.” ArtRich PeopleSuvCoffeehouseBeige Book:Psychopomp Volume One: Cracked Plate Source: Psychopomp Volume One: Cracked Plate
“Strictures and prohibitions availed nothing. The fatwas, the talk, made no impression on the people. One coffeehouse was opened after another, and men would gather together, with great eagerness and enthusiasm, to drink coffee... such things do not admit of a perpetual ban.” CoffeeTurkishTurkTurkeyTurkicOttoman EmpireOttomanCoffeehouse Author:Kâtip Çelebi
“The Coffeehouse Troubadour by Stewart Stafford I am The Coffeehouse Troubadour; Catchpenny conduit of all your pain, Nanosecond glance, a collective boil lanced, And my mirror refracts again. You mix my words in bitterest cups, Laced to an addictive latte brew, Read the room as we slowly dance And see, it's not about me, it's about you. Did you catch the trick I pulled there? Would you like me to show you once more? Or put on your coat in silent meditation? A rainy baptism as you walk through the door? © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” PoetryEmotionalSpoken WordFolk MusicReflectivePerformance ArtBob DylanCoffeehouseModern VerseCafe Culture Author:Stewart Stafford
“Ölüm yaklaştığı zaman, dünya zevkleri çürür.” HouseCoffeeCoffeehouseMahfuzKuştimurMahfouzNaguibNecipQushtumurقشتمر Author:Naguib Mahfouz
“Coffee is the toffee that fuels our thoughts.” Life QuotesCoffeeTeaCoffee QuotesDrinking QuotesCoffee LoversCoffeeshopCoffeehouseCoffee Addiction Author:Bhuwan Thapaliya