Published in Overland Issue 251 Winter 2023 · Teaser Soundscape Rico Craig A century scribbling auditory signatures, slithering decade of cords uncoiling, smacking a wooden floor. Charger heartbeat. Crack a spiderwebbed screen whispers when it lands. All the muffled electric car terror humming to life. A drone’s witch-like passing. In the oceans, nuclear propulsion bubbling, plastic waves pushing against each other, squealing from their mute gyre, the final croak birds gawk from gummed stomachs. Two tongues weaving language, the tread tyres make on a newly laid road, on dust crushed from recently broken mountains. Motorised transport, the skateboard, the bicycle their footpath stalking. The solicitude voices offer, the way they seem to be, always in the air, waiting. What it takes to break the auditory atmosphere, blast of exit velocity. Headphones invading an ear canal: opinion, aggrieved sound waves, stolen music, speculations and conspiracies, forgotten murders. The reason everyone has a lyric tattooed on their side, upside down it looks like noise, it’s what I say with my body — blip, blip, Casio third key from the right — play it again, play it again so we remember to laugh this time. Rico Craig Rico Craig is a poet, writer and workshop facilitator. Bone Ink (UWAP), his first poetry collection, was winner of the 2017 Anne Elder Award and shortlisted for the Kenneth Slessor Poetry Prize 2018. His recent collections Our Tongues Are Songs (2021) and Nekhau (2022) are published by Recent Work Press. More by Rico Craig › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays