Rosenbush Café

I have decided to close the café indefinitely. Many thanks to all who supported me during difficult times with friendship and resilience. I will never be able to thank you all personally but know that my writing was always meant to inspire and make one think deeper about all manner of life on this tiny orb.

The site will remain open as a positive reminder of the people I met, who genuinely touched my soul, the personal experiences I shared honestly, with pathos, anger and humor, and the knowledge one person can be their own publisher, opening wormholes to other dimensions of thought and artistic experimentation.

I sincerely hope it inspires others to write and explore their creativity within. I leave to pursue my future off the ether in this permutation. It was a hybrid of fun, frightening, frenetic and friendly experiences living precariously on the edge for fifteen years.

As a final offering: this site began as an outlet to fight off madness by proxy. Many thanks to Natalie, Kalliope, Lisa, Nicole, Paul and Dale for helping in the battle.

Henry B. Rosenbush, January 24, 2013; April 22nd

The original Rosenbush Café was owned and operated by my great uncle, Edwin (November 12, 1880 – January 10, 1968) who started a restaurant in the 1920s in Livingston, Alabama. With the re-opening in November, 2006, Rosenbush Café was my creative outlet as I cared for my mother, who suffered from, and in 2007, died after years with Alzheimer’s disease. For a while, it was to be a Smorgasbord of earthly, and sometimes otherworldly, delights with essays, intellectual felines, movies, poetry, existential nilhism, surrealism, dadaism and the artistic beauty that is within us all if only we would look inside ourselves. For a while, I tried Saturday midnight movies, connecting with far more talented artists and learned the price of fleeting success is difficult to continue and replicate.

It was an education being in the ether and I learned often how this powerful medium could be the cruelest with anonymous mean-spiritedness and hatred. I tried to instill some calm in the eye of the storm with supporting human rights and exposing intellectual dishonesty.

I experimented with traditional links and with “Our Main Course” featured the amazing artistry of Kalliope Amorphous, who inspired me to become a better writer, and appetizers containing a wide range of the finest creative minds on the ether. I spotlighted Los Angeles photographer-poetess LK Thayer, Canada’s Nicole Rigets, another fine photographer and writer and Paul Dorsey’s Dali-House, the first person to acknowledge me with a link to my site. Thanks and appreciation to Kalliope, Lisa, Nicole and Paul for supporting the efforts of this humble writer.

I give no reasons for discontinuing service but thank every reader and I sincerely hoped I stimulated your neural pathways and perhaps made you smile, laugh, cry, comfortable or, indeed, uncomfortable in my journey as a blogger through essays, entertainment riffs and off-the-planet discourse.

A final thought to pass along…please do not allow the Ether to control your life or offer a voice of malevolence. End cyber bullying and character assassinations, stop with the hatred of gays, lesbians and transgendered, curb inclinations towards misogyny and support healing animal and human spirits.

Ciao,

Henry and the last of the felines…

March 6, 2012

For more information on the origins of this virtual restaurant: Rosenbush Café: “A Good Place to Eat”