Liar, Liar, Lick, SpitLiar, Liar, Lick, Spit

"Fibs, porkies, little white lies, absolute whoppers and criminal evasions: the ways we can deceive each other are legion. From the unwitting tricks our minds play to the mischievous pinch of subconscious imitation; from the corruptions of imperialism or abuse to the dreams and stories we weave for our own survivial, Liar, liar, lick, spit catalogues scenes that seem to suggest our species could be named for its subterfuge as much as for its wisdom. Yet at its core are also some tenets to hold to: deep bonds of love, the renewal children offer, a hunger for socal justice, and the sharp realities nature presents us with, if we are willing to look. Prompted by the rich implications in a line from Joseph Brodsky - 'The real history of consciousness starts with one's first lie' - Ōtepoti poet and writer Emma Neale combines a personal memoir of childhood lies with an exploration of wide social deceptions"--Back cover.