Lies and Hypocrisy by Mel Vil

Inspired by Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment, Lies and Hypocrisy uses a crime style to explore the deeper emotional landscape of guilt. In particular, Mel Vil adopts the physiological analogy of the immune system to portray the unique character of the protagonist Sammy.

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The ocean in marble

The ocean in marble

I am playing the marbles with the world.
Against an evil opponent.
Whose stacks are black,
oil and coal fired
earth-raping excavators.

As the tunnel closes over me
Sand plumes from the lake bed
and my ascent begins.
Towards this marble
of which my ocean is made.

The light floods back
like white sheets drawn away
I pierce the isotherm and,
reveal the surface temperature.
Behold my playing field.

It’s not that I can’t lose the round.
My ocean’s safe inside.
Although the rest of these
so-called spheres are gone.
There will be another day soon.

The artist and the slave

A verbal photograph. A picture in words. The black on white postcard. Linguistic description. A sketch. A typewriter. Pages. Pages of a sketch pinned. Pinned behind a typewriter. Loosely sitting at its climax. The final strokes.

The first words of truth. The companion for life. A soul met before. A point in life. Usually a reckless point or point of recklessness. Behaviour and attitude. Saying goodbye, saying see you soon, saying never again.

The feelings to force words into a picture. Impelling circumstances. Reunited with a lost soul manifested de nuevo on the page, in words.

A fabricated story. Designed before two characters separate. This is what they tell people happened. This is contrived. Take a boat and sit the passengers to a banquet. Stand up and orate a picture. Put them in the middle of the ocean and tell them principally there is nowhere to go. The boat is not going further north and the captain doesn’t know where Buenos Aires is, less have desire to find out.

Truth as a bond. This story is for two people, the other people are not to be bonded. They are not to know the truth. The fine print didn’t exist. The bond was oral. A picture prediction in words. A promise postcard.

The page ripped from the typewriter. The corner set alight. The black stain creeping across the soul. The black flaky ashes testament to a combination of words that only once will ever exist. Self justification for having written.

The second half of the orange is far away. She comes in segments. A couple separated by the white pithy ether. The bond stands. The collective intelligence of the universe bangs entry. There is a secret it needs to know.

Truth’s chances of survival in the long run? Shouldn’t be put on paper or set for the record. Who stands to lose or benefit from this outcome. The secret known to two people. Two famous characters from history. Lovers or warring enemies. How many secrets lie in how many graves?

A man alone on an island exercises his personal boundaries. A border patrol and summit. Futility proven. A man on an island alone, writing. There is no telephone, there is no means of communication. He writes a portrait in words. The etymological drawing.

A feeling shared, guarded by several sentries. The journey fits on the paper. The outline of everything that isn’t secret approaches from the infinite. The outline. Everything that isn’t what is not to be told. The white border of the page. Circumstances and related characters. Never does the other half of the secret appear on the page.

Lies and Hypocrisy is out

lh-cover-4-webSo I did it finally. Only at selected retailers.

Can’t wait to carry on carving something out of the next manuscript in the pipeline.