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“The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.” – Wallace Stevens<\/a><\/p>\n \u00a0excerpts from Wallace Stevens, “The Idea of Order at Key West”<\/p>\n She sang beyond the genius of the sea. Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know, Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon, A tour today with blue t-shirted Minnetonka Explorers:\u00a0 Maddie, Kaly, Ashley, Harry, Ryan, Nelson and Sophia (twins), Katie, Ellie, Lucy.\u00a0 When asked what grade they were, Maddie said, “We’re all kindergartners!\u00a0 And Katie is my moustache.”\u00a0 She went on to explain that, though Katie is her elder by some months, she only comes up to Maddie’s upper lip and is therefore her mustache.\u00a0 Giggles.<\/p>\n We had a great time looking at paintings and installations.\u00a0 We sang Jacob’s song along the way.\u00a0 When asked where it was from Maddie said, “It was Jacob’s Colorful Dreamcoat. And we got to sit on stage for the whole performance.”<\/p>\n We found bunnies and boats and radishes and ghosts and monsters in the Yves Tanguy, marveled at how much the cords looked like both waves and mountains in the installation with children’s portraits (and wondered where they plugged it in.)<\/p>\n In Van Dyck’s Betrayal of Christ conversation focused on the man choking the monster in the lower left.\u00a0 A fun group.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 20\u00a0 83%\u00a0 28% 3mph N\u00a0 bar29.94\u00a0 falls\u00a0 windchill17\u00a0\u00a0 Yuletide \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Gibbous Cold Moon “The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.” – Wallace Stevens \u00a0excerpts from Wallace Stevens, “The Idea of Order at Key West” She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to … Continue reading Oh! Blessed Rage for Order, Pale Ramon<\/span>
\nThe water never formed to mind or voice,
\nLike a body wholly body, fluttering
\nIts empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion
\nMade constant cry, caused constantly a cry,
\nThat was not ours although we understood,
\nInhuman, of the veritable ocean…<\/p>\n
\nWhy, when the singing ended and we turned
\nToward the town, tell why the glassy lights,
\nThe lights in the fishing boats at anchor there,
\nAs the night descended, tilting in the air,
\nMastered the night and portioned out the sea,
\nFixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles,
\nArranging, deepening, enchanting night.<\/p>\n
\nThe maker’s rage to order words of the sea,
\nWords of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred,
\nAnd of ourselves and of our origins,
\nIn ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.<\/p>\n