Liar, Liar, Lick, Spit

Fibs, porkies, little white lies, absolute whoppers and criminal evasions: the ways we can deceive each other are legion.Liar, Liar, Lick, Spit, the new collection by Ōtepoti poet and writer Emma Neale, is fascinated by our doubleness. Prompted by the rich implications in a line from Joseph Brodsky — 'The real history of consciousness starts with one's first lie' — it combines a personal memoir of childhood lies with an exploration of wider social deceptions.From the unwitting tricks our minds play, to the mischievous pinch of literary pastiche; from the corruptions of imperialism or abuse, to the dreams and stories we weave for our own survival, these poems catalogue scenes that seem to suggest our species could be named for its subterfuge as much as for its wisdom. Yet at the core of the collection are also some tenets to hold to: deep bonds of love; the renewal children offer; a hunger for social justice; and the sharp reality that nature presents us with, if we are willing to look.