SND 1/9 (SEPT 2023) SITE #1 “enter the hole” STUDY
1. “enter the hole” (2 min)
Amidst woods it lies,
Dancer's time-traveling steps,
Portal to the past.
- haiku, iansmoz & ai
THE STUDY
leaves lightly rustling
a rustle of limbs
except for
in the hole in the woods
from which the dancer
is observed to draw out
the tension with the camera telescoping that hole
which
around and through and above and below
there is that which rustles
the hole asks for flourish … for introduction
it desires to be pointed to
to be entered
to be exited
to be extracted
to be interacted
to be retracted
to be untracted
time and time again
a compass needle spinning
and thrown
hold on to your needles!
and so …
for a brief moment
the dancer finds themselves
struck with the reality
that perhaps it is 1952
the dancer was born in 1907
perhaps not even a dancer
some kind of PATIENT
at some kind of HEALTH RETREAT …
come upon a curing routine
a once pallid frail afraid skeleton of a person finds new vitality
while out walking with other patients one fine afternoon in a sunny Assiniboine Park area …
in 1952 … the patient picks up a dried tree branch blocking the path …
the signalling of a HEAVENLY HIKE takes hold
at one moment, this patient feels a surge of electric energy and begins to jump about …
one patient had a camera … and thought to snap this photo …
this classic gesture of “making a muscle” …
by this singular now-passed entity …
is 71 years old (in 2023).
Yes. Amidst the rustle by the hole into the woods … the dancer experienced time travel.
The only way is through, now, is …
the hole
And so time compounds … and we enter the second setting …
TBC
CHAT GPT 3.5 “short story” treatment:
Title: "The Hole Beyond Time"
In the heart of a dense, whispering forest, there existed a peculiar hole—an enigmatic portal hidden among the trees. It beckoned those who dared to venture near, a mystery begging to be unraveled.
One serene afternoon, leaves rustled lightly, and a group of people gathered near the hole. Their eyes fixed upon it, drawn by a dancer who seemed entranced by its presence. With a camera in hand, the dancer focused intently, extending the lens deep into the hole, searching for what lay within.
Within and around the hole, mysterious rustlings and movements persisted, creating an atmosphere of anticipation. The hole, it seemed, craved attention—it wanted to be acknowledged, entered, explored, and experienced repeatedly. Like a compass needle spinning uncontrollably, it held a mesmerizing power.
As the dancer danced and the spectators watched, a sudden revelation struck. It was as if time itself had become unmoored. The year, 1952, flashed before them, and the dancer, born in 1907, questioned their identity. Were they truly a dancer, or perhaps a patient in some health retreat?
In this moment of disorientation, the past merged with the present. The scene shifted to a sunny day in Assiniboine Park in 1952, where a frail patient took part in a group walk. Along the way, they encountered a dry tree branch blocking their path. Something within them changed, and a burst of newfound vitality coursed through their veins.
With electric energy surging, the patient began to jump, defying their previous frailty. Among the group, one individual held a camera and snapped a photo—a timeless gesture of strength, capturing a moment that would transcend the ages.
Now, in 2023, that singular photograph still existed, embodying the vitality and transformation of that once-pallid patient. Amidst the rustling near the hole, the dancer had experienced an unexpected journey through time.
"The only way is through," they realized, and so they embraced the enigmatic hole, ready for whatever mysteries lay beyond.
And thus, as time compounded and the rustling continued, they prepared to enter a new chapter—a second setting, their path guided by the allure of the ever-mysterious hole.
