Root Canal


#3

ROCK THE CITY with Anne Fellner, Dieke Venema, Rezi van Lankveld,Win McCarthy,

Paul Geelen and Clémence de La Tour du Pin

on the 4th of May 2018 from 6pm until 10pm in Langkatstraat 15 1094 HT Amsterdam.

   Tooth Fairy:       The night’s darkness was shifting from an exponentially increasing shadow towards a green hued black to signal the coming day. Steadily the line of night was swept westward by the encroaching day on its 24-hour, endless cycle. The cloaked woman approached the small brick home on South River Road, anticipation growing with each footstep. Stealing away from a winding sidewalk leading to the front door, she maneuvered through the hedges surrounding the home. Reaching the back of the place she hoisted herself with grace upon a protruding brick and found her balance in the window sill. Softly rasping her gnarled fingers upon each pane of glass fixed within the frame, the latch moved free and she pushed the window open. Already her hunger had grown to a surging level and her lips quivered excitedly knowing that soon the goal would be reached. One leg slid between window and frame. As the first foot hit the tiled floor the next leg followed. Much like a squid which hides its body in the sepia ink it squirts, her extremities flowed inwards again to be concealed by the bulk of dark garments adorning her slender form.  **Upstairs, lost in the sweet haze of deep REM waves, Fin snoozed. He found himself seated on a fallen tree in the dark of night, along with three others, tending a fire in the grassy plains with an expansive sky pushing down upon its low, rolling hills. Periodically one of the figures would step away from this bench to conjure a flask and take a deep gulp. Afterward, this same figure would proceed to perform a dance around the others while chanting a quiet incantation.**  As young Finn observed the ritualistic protective spell being cast out somewhere in the vast grain belt of the North American continent, the woman climbed the stairs and turned at its summit to face the northeast side of the home. Accompanying the brisk gestures that followed was an uneasy heaviness of air, which dampened the sounds and seemed to shadow the space wherein she maneuvered. As this change in atmosphere encumbered visibility she tore open the door and strode towards the sleeping child to coddle his fair-haired head. Tipping back his skull revealed the iridescent enamel bank building the mineralized set of rows lining his mouth. There it was.. the shining Maxillary Lateral Incisor upon which the whole eve's arrangement had taken form. Pulling forth a nickeled tool reminiscent of pliers she fixed its grip upon the tooth and with a swift jerk ripped it from its abode, leaving behind a cavernous and bloody pit in Fin's gums. The boy awoke with fearful sobs but already the woman had secured the amputated member in a satin drawstring bag hanging from her neck and, with impressive stealth, she retraced her path out of the house and into the dawn. As lights went on throughout the home for the sake of the child's cries, the woman composed herself at the edge of the property line where she was harbored from sight by a forest of black pines. The intoxication of the endeavor was matched only by the pleasure she felt at caressing the tooth and its forked roots. After inspecting the marvelous tooth she returned it to the small bag, for much remained to do. Despite her joy in attaining the loot she succumbed to the noxious waves of anxiety she felt at the thought of being late to her appointment with the cloaked figure from earlier in the night. She began again on her way.


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Here you can listen to paul geelen's soundpiece:

http://rootcanal.eu/onewebmedia/Paul%20Geelen%20-%20Untitled%20(ghostwriters)%2C%202017%20_%20root%20canal%20(excerpt).mp3


#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,

Left Inscissor".

#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.

Phung-Tien Phan

Jasmin Werner

Uwe Henneken

Bradley Davies

Susan Kooi

https://soundcloud.com/kim-david-bots/untitled/s-bcgKs

Kim David Bots

Anders Dickson

Marina Pinsky

Frieder Haller

Bradley Davies

Henna Hyvärinen


Thomas Swinkels




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