One of the boarded up stores I walk Henry past everyday is Hermes, a Parisian couture import. You can buy a Hermes over-the-shoulder mini bag just big enough for your cell phone, keys and plastic poop bags (if you’re walking Henry) for $1,875.00. On the very first board-up day, a tagger spray-painted one of Hermes’ dark grey boards with a

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Shut Down Hermes Chicago

tasteful lavender scribble. The contrasting colors were delightful really, very French. And the next day, the street art was gone, painted over in Hermes signature dark grey.

Like the Buddhist arhat, Irish banshee and today’s death doula, the mythical greek Hermes is a psychopomp, or soul guide. Powered by his winged sandals and helmet, he guides the soul into death, to the other side. Crows are also psychopomps often depicted waiting in murders outside the home of the dying to herald the soul’s journey or perched inside the chamber as in Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven”.

Crows are sparse these days on downtown Chicago streets. There’s no discarded food to forage in the alleys behind the restaurants. Oh, sure, the restaurants are providing take-out, but all that trash goes home to another neighborhood’s compost. The heralding crow has taken her business elsewhere. No one is bothering to die a natural death here. We are all in a state of shutdown limbo. Indeed I never hear the usually frequent ambulance sirens headed to the hospital a quarter of a mile away. The covid-infected dying are taking cabs to the Emergency Room, hoping they won’t be turned away or sent to the field hospital at the McCormick Place convention center.

Hermes is known as Mercury in Roman mythology, from a Latin derivative meaning merchandise. I love the window displays but I have no reason to step across the Hermes threshold and finger the merchandise. These days I think of its namesake as a hallmark to protect the life of commerce in the city. I hope Hermes/Mercury doesn’t let the city die.

I have to grab hope wherever I can. It was Hermes’ sister Pandora who opened the box that unleashed plagues, diseases, and illnesses on the world. Our current Pandora, President Trump, has unleashed the coronavirus on us in opening wide his box of ignorance, inaction and mismanagement. The myth says Pandora closed that box before the healing spirit Hope escaped. President Trump spews false hope to us everyday with lies, inaccuracies and ego-driven platitudes. 

Hope seeps out on its own power though, just like the spray-painting tagger letting us know the street is still alive.

10 thoughts on “Shut Down Week 3. Tagging

  1. Ahhh, the Greeks and Romans. Always. I had forgotten that Hermes was Mercury. Marshall Field has a bas relief of Mercury (now Hermes too?) at his grave site in Graceland. And then, Pandora. Shoot…she’s been a busy bitch lately. Connecting her to rump is perfection. All we have left is Hope. The medical ship in the NYC harbor… tons and tons of connections, links, possibilities. Thank you.

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  2. Nice! I had forgotten that Hermes was Mercury. Marshall Field’s grave at Graceland has bas relief of Mercury (now Hermes, too). Also, I loved then moving onto Pandora. OMG, omg… perfect. Certainly rump has released the demons. Tidy, clear, perfect.

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  3. Thank you Regan! I love hearing about your walks with Henry!

    This was very informative, and I thoroughly enjoyed my virtual walk with you through my favorite neighborhood! Please continue to post updates as we go through this unimaginable event!

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