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Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.-Edgar Allan Poe

Poetry is when emotion has found its thought and thought has found words--Robert Frost

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance--Carl Sandburg

I have nothing to say, I am saying it, and that is poetry--John Cage

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you--Joseph Joubert

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. ~Dylan Thomas

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Meow wolf Museum: An Amazing Nearly Inexplicable Experience

Kellie and I had purchased our tickets to the Meow wolf on Sunday or Saturday, so we knew what we would be doing Monday afternoon, touring the Meow wolf museum. I am going to show you a few pictures from outside the museum before I try to explain the unexplainable on the inside.


Yes, that is Kellie under the giant robot.


Above is the actual Meow wolf. Below is a giant spider in the parking lot.


Okay, so now we are going inside. As I was waiting in the lobby while Kellie went to the bathroom, I heard and saw on the lobby TVs that the museum experience was to find out through examining clues what had happened to the missing Morgan, who wrote the letter below, which was the first clue. Kellie missed this part and didn't know that we were to solve a puzzle in the museum.


Exiting the lobby, one steps into a room that contains what appears to be a rather normal two storey house with a white post and rail front porch. Stepping into the house, it looks like a normal American house of the 1960s or '70s that, perhaps, has been ransacked by folks looking for clues to where the people have gone. The TV that is on talks about Lucius Selig and his attempts to connect with the Anomaly. Papers, dairies, and books sitting around talk about interdimensional travel and the Selig family's long history of interdimensional experiences. As you walk about the house, you realize that you can climb into fireplaces or the refrigerator or closetd and enter into an interdimensional space that is pretty much unlike anything that you have ever seen before. There are probably about fifty interdimensional rooms which can be entered from various portals in the house. From here on out, I am going to post the pictures. These are the experiences that Kellie and I had with interdimensional travel in our visit to the Anomaly as presented by the Meow wolf Museum though not all of the experiences. Just look and see what you can see.











The painting above, by the way, is supposed to be the last known portrait of Lucius Selig.





Above, by the way, is a full size mammoth skeleton lit in pink and green.







I might have skipped a picture or a dozen, but maybe you get the idea. Most of these exhibits are interactive. You can touch the exhibits, walk around them, and play with them. Some of them, you could move around. The zenith wall above was an entire wall probably 12 feet by 16 feet or so. I strongly recommend the Meow wolf museum if you are in Santa Fe. I do have a few words of caution though. There were a lot of people in the museum with small kids, kids under 12. Neither Kellie nor I felt that this place was a good place for kids under 12. First of all, their incessant screaming, crying, running, and shoving was not conducive too an artistic experience for others. Second, many of these displays had various stages of nudity or exaggerated sexual aspects inappropriate for young kids. Last, and maybe most importantly, though Kellie and I never got separated, we got lost a few times, struggled to find exits, and passed through the same rooms over and over again. There were so many places for children to get lost and separated from their parties that I would never take children there. I think the most of the museum workers spend most of their time helping parents find their children. That was the only negative to this whole amazing experience.


Though we did not head home until the next morning, this is the end of the travelogue for Santa Fe. Tomorrow or the next day, I have a mind to get back to the purpose for which this blog was originally begun. Getting my writings out to the world.

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I find that I cannot exist without Poetry--without eternal poetry--half the day will not do--the whole of it--I began with a little, but habit has made me a Leviathan.-John Keats

We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in; but its fitting in is a test of its value.-T. S. Eliot

A man may praise and praise, but no one recollects but that which pleases.-George Gordon, Lord Byron

The great beauty of poetry is that it makes everything in every place interesting.-John Keats

Our faulty elder poets sacrificed the passion and passionate flow of poetry to the subtleties of intellect and to the stars of wit; the moderns to the glare and glitter of a perpetual, yet broken and heterogeneous imagery, or rather to an amphibious something, made up, half of image, and half of abstract meaning. The one sacrificed the heart to the head; the other both heart and head to point and drapery.-S. T. Coleridge

The purpose of rhythm, it has always seemed to me, is to prolong the moment of contemplation, the moment when we are both asleep and awake, which is the one moment of creation.-W. B. Yeats

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