This international brigade of poets and novelists have their own tables and favourite drinks, and have also constructed several attached buildings from the comfort of the seats in front of their computers. Thanks to the Internet, some of the fervour and flair of the original Parisian 1920s literary milieu is online. The gazebo is where patrons drop their own poems on the table in the middle, and other writers are free to criticise constructively or respond as they wish. The virtual waitress is called Siduri and the barman is Mephisto. There is also a cook called Aphrodite and, of course, the guard dog is called Cerberus.
Personalities are as wide-ranging as the nationalities of the members or patrons.
Everything from translation problems to running a boot camp for writers. In between, there are bad-writing contests, and bizarre rejection slips are shared around. Creating new words is popular. Grantarctica - the cold, isolated place where art companies without funding dwell. One member challenged another to a sonnet war, and another tried to tempt others into discussing some alleged research that showed that children whose parents are divorced are twice as likely to compose bad poetry as those whose parents are married.