Strangler Fig – Hunting Ground Competition MC

Rolling logs, frogs, turtles, micro plastics, bugs, lice, words, wire, wood, wool, rhythms, divert/clog up water systems. Filtration valves glitter, full, muddy with foreign waste materials, cicada chime, kookaburra laugh. Damned, the hinterland sighs, dust bowl, blight, the wind caresses carcasses. Fought off famine and marauders with sheep rib bones, an amorphous enemy, dung, other, fantasy, battle with the self, cirrhosis, rolling uphill. Dry strung out, locust encrusted, by way of flooding, crass metaphors of dead gods. Mud laid over a globe of festering sewage, erupting, becoming all molasses, treacle, effluent. Rainbows in oily penguin's mane, rotten expander foam rafts, oars, boars bloated float by. Snagged, slung, speared, debris collected, constructed and made whole. Into ideas or structures for living, encased and strangled by memories overdubbed onto our surrounds. ~~ Words by Christopher LG Hill ~~ Edition of 50 cassette tapes, dubbed and assembled by hand.