The below post is the fifth in a series of 13 texts related to NOW-ID's inaugural Rite of Spring, loosely following the 13 episodes in Stravinsky's score. The author, Liz Ivkovich, is also a dancer in the piece and was inspired to write this text while visiting the spiral jetty with a group of lady-shamans last week! Get your tickets to the performance here.
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We enter the circle counter
clockwise
towards the undoing at the center of it,
which is the dark hole at the center of every universe.
(our own is Sagittarius A*)
It has finally been photographed,
a creepy nothingness from
which no force could possibly
expel you
when the event horizon (the point of no return)
entrains you.
It’s a blurry, uninspired shot. Doesn’t seem worth the effort, TBH.
And the stars spiral on,
and we spiral out.