The publication by @yooheecha ‘the tip of the tongue the teeth the lips’ is about the physical and metaphorical voice of women. Through an Open Call Yoo Hee Cha collected contributions from female writers and artists from various backgrounds and practices. This was my contribution to the publication.
Monday morning. The end of March. An instant voicing of soundwaves. In manyfold. Occurred at one of the last remaining sheds (AKA the studio of musician Raoul van de Weide) at Zeeburgereiland in the East of Amsterdam. The weather was atrocious; hail and thunderstorms broke loose over my head as I made my way through one of the many broken-up sections of land belonging to the last city nomads. More and more enclosed by new-build tower blocks. A goat trail past parked coaches eventually led me to this simple gathering. They were there just to share their joy for playing and I was invited. To listen. To sit. I made this attempt to capture what was thrown in the air. If oral storytelling is about that what can be heard, mouth to ear, instrument to ear, eye to mouth, body to hand, pen to paper. An ultra-translation.
To strike a chord…
Musicians: Raoul van de Weide & Jannis Anastasakis & Giuseppe Doronzo & Marta Warelis & George Hadow Instant Writings: Mariken Overdijk
SESSION I
Hertzliches Hertzfull
Hé Hé Hé Hé Hertzzzz
Z
Z
Z
Z
Z
Z
Z Z Z
liches liches
light light
trembling air
from hence to there
trembling air
from hence to their
fingers fingers
plucking, pressing
pluck pluck pluck
handling, wood, iron,
ivory, tight skin
on hollow drums
tight lips on copper
tubes
pluck pluck
squeezing air
flowing through
ears, crackling
waves, waves,
waves, washing
ashore on old
muddy territories
washing ashore
where once was the
sea sea zee zee
zeeburgian
sessions on a
Monday morning
squeezing worldly
bodies on spring
sunny floors
floor for vibrating
whistles
floor for floating
herzliches vibes
vibrating the
Monday morning
away
vibrating the Mon-
day morning away
hertzhertzhertzzz
ZZZZZzzzzzz
sudden rattles
shake the carpet
dust of lazy minds
dust of apparent
appearances
make haste
make haste
these hertzical
waves need space
to swirl to
swirl to roam
round to roar
to roar to roar
to rave to rattle
to rrrrrrr
bells clinking
tolling telling
whistles to wake
up to dust off
this early weekly
hour to be prepared
for higher grounds
to tread upon
for higher sounds
to fill the air
for higher heights
higher higher
heights heights
weights weights
heighly weight
weighty heights
rumble rumble
stumble stutter
stutter stutt
stutt stutt
stuttering feet
stuttering lips
hands feet
plucking plucking
trampling
trapping stepping
step step step
step push the
air around
walls and
corners
and
ceilings
and
doors
thresholds
where drafts
are felt as
invisible
intruders
or
airy
eavesdroppers
sneaking in
underneath
the door to join
this merry-go-
round fest of
hertzliches
seasonal
sessionjamming
gathering.
SESSION II
stirring strings
nails fingertips thumbs -up
sliding strings up and up
and up holding on to
these islands of strings
the gaze down ears
open up up up
strings filling the
outer space and
inward again
tilting a string is making
way for some new
resonating air
room for resonance
under the skin of
the string there is
space to let sound
happen, reverberating
revibrating, lifting
strings, tilting space
spatial sounds that
are set … in
the room, space
for rest,
rest space,
spare space
for sounds to
emerge, immerse,
for sound to find
its way up and
under and sideways
and underneath
the bottoms of
musicians and
passes through
like drafts find
their space, crevices
of non-resistance
bumping into thresholds
and still finding
their way to slip
underneath, walls,
doors, windows, feet,
bottoms, heigh heels
toes tapping
toes tapping
tapping toes
giving sound its
repetitive flow
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MARIKENOVERDIJK 