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THE OPPOSITE OF A BLACK HOLE - RESEARCH, SCRIPT AND TEXT


September 2022 - January 2023

[THIS TEXT, WRITTEN IN COLLABORATION WITH TASHA HESS-NEUSTADT, REFLECTS THE RESEARCH AND CREATIVE WRITING THAT SUPPORTED THE CREATION OF THE PROJECT THE OPPOSITE OF A BLACK HOLE,  WHICH YOU CAN READ MORE ABOUT HERE ︎︎︎]


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I wonder what it’s like to float.

Airborne, airport, airbound,

I think therefore am I profound?


Oh, I’m thinking,

I’m thinking about….

I’m thinking abouuuuuuuttt…..


The body

And how it’s vibrating constantly,

At different speeds and intensities depending on the state in which you find yourself,

And how when you sleep you vibrate just enough to shake the particles apart,

Creating gaps for dreams,

But if you sleep too deep the gaps become so wide that the nightmares crawl in,

Vibrate even more and your particles might just spread out to dusttttttttt….


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anyway


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Am I?

Am I trying?

What if I meet you?

What would I say?

What would you wear?

Where would I look?

Would you like looking at me?

Am I there yet?

How do I get there?

Is it over there?

When is it?

Last year?

Longer?

I can’t remember…remember…remember

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OH! 

I remember them,

limb to limb,

Starlettes outstretched across-screen

In velvets and silks, gold, cream, green,

But suspended in the black and white,


OH, the fuzzy textures

Crackled sounds

The music,

The dancing,

The roses,

The gowns.

They were cheek to cheek, singing that sweet song.


OH, but I wish I knew more.

I want to know who holds the camera and the boom,

I wish I was the lens so I could smell the perfume,

A perfect little hole, with a view of that whole world.


OH, my weary eyes, my tired heart,

How I yearn for the truer art.

It was so much better back in those days,

The good old days.

The golden days.


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You and me,

We’re just dust and matter on a petri-dish platter,

Radically cellular, morsels of sweet sweet lives once lived, living, lets live together?

Let me board that airship,

shipshape,

Shape-shift through time and space and glitch into one with you.

One big spinning cyborg of times been and gone and around the corner.

I think you’d like it here.


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