Cover art from "The Very Best of Dee Mack" |
February
28, 2011
From
the journals – Dee Mack & the Syndics
sing their hit single “Home, Running
Away from Home”
Officially
“home sick” but really “home hiding.”
Hiding can suggest fear − hiding
from something; or it can suggest discretion − hiding out for a purpose. There’s
also hide-and-seek, hiding willy-nilly
as part of a game. Holing up is one way of hiding
out, trying not to be found while while engaged in this or that − addressing
a family crisis in the economic Trinity, or catching up on one’s reading.
It’s said to be possible to hide in plain sight (like the purloined
letter), as if someone might catch a glimpse of you but when he rushes to
catch up, turning the corner he can barely make you out − you are so far away
as to be barely visible.
Unavailable. He catches up to you but can’t make himself seen or heard. He can try all he wants, it’s to no avail.
There
are days you want to be better than hidden, more than unavailable. You want to have gotten away and have managed to take something
valuable with you. Running away and
getting away with − something valuable,
a silver candlestick or the Holy Spirit (by good fortune solving that Family
crisis). Then, you are in the wind.
I’d
planned to play golf this morning, but it was too windy.
So I hid my nose in the book Amazon
got away with selling me, Deirdre McCloskey’s Bourgeois Dignity. But it’s
just too much; it smells of expensive perfume too lavishly applied. I can’t get my breath; I fade into sleep. I wake up with a great name for a band “Dee
Mack & the Syndics,” a Dutch Gladys Knight and her Pips.
Pip − someone whose escape is
admired. “He’s a pip, ain’t he.”
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Find out about Maxine Kumin at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/maxine-w-kumin.
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