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.
We enter the circle counter
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
when the event horizon (the point of no return)
It’s a blurry, uninspired shot. Doesn’t seem worth the effort, TBH.
And the stars spiral on,
and we spiral out.