#2 'ROBERT JANITZ? LENNART CONSTANT?'
with Robert Janitz and Lennart Constant
on the 30th of March 2018 from 6pm until 10pm in Langkatstraat 15 1094 HT Amsterdam.
Tooth Fairy: Wind howled skirting the eaves and rooves of houses. a woman with shoulder length brown hair walked out of a dimly lit bar and passed into the darkness only to reappear at regular intervals as she glided through the light of the street lamps. she wore a long black wool coat and had a purse about her shoulder. The lane unfurled before her. Upon reaching the end of the street she crossed the road and entered into the park on the opposite side. she slowed pace and stopping under a lamppost pulled from her coat pocket a small folded piece of paper. With long slender fingers she pressed flat the fragment and as drew strange figures on it as if sifting particles upon its surface. Abruptly her head bolted up from its rest upon the small note and peered fiercely into the dark. like a deer caught in the headlights she stood frozen as another figure materialized from the darkness. The form approached slowly; a head taller than the woman and apparently hidden underneath layers of garments which only accentuated a haunched back the figure glided toward her. It was almost as if this character was unaffected by the rise and fall of foot steps and this led to nothing but an eery manner much like smoke creeping along the ground. Finally reaching the frozen woman, the figure pulled from one of the numerous layers a small piece of paper and holding it in one hand drew forms on it with the other. These were similar to the womans though noticeably longer. From afar the two could have been mistaken for junk users, fingering lint from their barren pockets, exchanging not words but only eager tonal sounds. Suddenly the notes passed from hand to hand and the two parted. The Woman continued along the lane which winded under the low hanging boughs of willows which strived to glance the dark cool surface of a still pond. Her thoughts still lingered remembering the waiter from the restaurant and his austere yet perverse mannerisms. The way his eyes lingered upon the nursing baby was upsetting. Men are wretched at disguising their glances. After reaching an appropriate distance from the park she yielded forth again the small note. Written in elegant cursive she read "south river road, 11, NE room,
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#1 'FLOWERS' in langkatstraat 1094HT Amsterdam
Tooth Fairy: Unbeknownst to me, I was driven forward by a desiring machine. Past the barricades of self-doubt, Personal insecurity, and a hell'of'a'lotta ignorance, my cognizance strove to recognize that there was something particular about the pick-up. These evenings normally went down as such: a cracked door, welcomed my presence, stealthy gliding over its girth to a flowered pillow case, I slightly tip the sleeping babe's head from its sunken place to retrieve my score.
The slumbering cooing of children is a delight for me now. For I equate it with the pearly white enamel hidden beneath down-filled sacks.
Earlier in the day I found myself sitting in some forgettable local. It was he type of place characterized by it's total lack of attempt to fill any specific niche or style. Bar, Restaurant, Cafe, Hotel Lobby maybe, .. it's just this type of place where its possible to get lost for an hour before work begins. Drinking a red wine so as to pass some time before my shift would begin I was distracted by my neighbors. Sitting kitty-corner from me a group of Scotts discussed boisterously. Slightly annoyed I watched them. One of the party was a young nursing mother who drank red wine too. The small wrinkly baby clung to her. The waiter walked by and asked for her name. “it's Olivia,” “Ah how sweet... Olivia” he repeated, letting the name roll over his tongue slowly. He repeated it again while allowing a sheepish grin to crack over his mouth. “No teeth in this kid,” he said while returning to his spot behind the counter. I considered the teeth breaking through the soft pink gums of Olivia. Being lost in the thought, I must have been starring and the mother shifted her position effectively concealing Olivia from my sight behind a bouquet of fake black tulips. I drank out the remains in my glass. Reaching for my purse i conjured forth my coral red lipgloss and applied it. Briefly checking my profile in the mirror on the adjacent wall i adjusted hair. Then throwing down a few Euros on the table I put on my jacket spun my purse about my shoulder and entered the night.
Kim David Bots