Saturday, April 16, 2011
Great Humming Hive
Friday was a free day, no school or social engagements, so I got in my rental car, and ended up driving south on Route 17. I didn't know how far I'd go and I liked keeping my options open. I thought, maybe Southport, maybe Oak Island, maybe Ocean Isle Beach, maybe Sunset Beach. An hour later I was in Myrtle Beach, which was too bad, if only because the sparkling spring day went moody just as I crossed the state line. Instantly I sensed Myrtle Beach is best seen in the sun. See Myrtle Beach in the sun, and you think: alligator farms! miniature golf! pancake houses! exuberance! Myrtle Beach in less-than-perfect weather? Manifestation of human desire out of control, great humming hive of need, need, need. I don't think it's exactly fair to give the Gator Hole Plaza sign the last word (seeing should be more complicated than that; light and dark, belief and disappointment, too easy to say: elegy) so I'll give it over to an old beach cottage, or better yet, the ocean, which is always indifferent, greater than our capacity to project onto it.