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Sylvie Hill: SPOKEN-WORD POET

Sylvie Hill, a true romantic-comedic poet, writes about sexual frustration, drunks and rock n’ roll.

Her satiric sketches of obsession and infatuation strongly recall our most embarrassing tendencies. By reducing humans’ grandiose attempts at love, fame and happiness, this Ottawa poet and spoken-word artist detonates all preconceptions of what one expects to hear emanate from the mouth of a respectable female on stage.
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POEM: “And telling you to proceed please with him into this fair night.”

And telling you to proceed please with him into this fair night. And if you wished your body was younger Tighter back in the days of never worrying About posture – Forget it, because at 37, my darling You were dumber than dumber. Insecure, and a nutter. Full of expectations that could never deliver. Consuming […]

Protected: POEM: “Those Drinkers” — And, Drinker #5, my Healer for my sensuality and giving nature / Be it only three weeks, my maternal side awakened and real –

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POEM: “The Drinker #5” –I said to the Universe: ‘HVAC, engineer, truck’ as my list. / Kind of silly but I had no hope, couldn’t give a shit.

The Drinker #5 It takes courage to know You’re the one you defeat And it takes courage to know You’re the one that you seek. ~ Joseph Arthur, “It Takes Courage” This one hurts. I’ve been single since 2011. Never met someone in whom I was interested. Beautiful diversion with the man who connected to […]

Protected: POEM: “The Drinker #4” — And my heart hardened “another alcoholic” / I walked steadfast to get home before him.

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Protected: POEM: “The Drinker #3” — I vowed never to talk to him after that tragic afternoon surprise / Where I nearly lost all my life memories in boxes left at his high rise.

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Protected: POEM: “The Drinker #2” — And so we stayed together, and my Mom said: / It was both of us were dumbasses “but never do that to my daughter again.”

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Protected: POEM: “The Drinker #1” — And I counted the days he was hungover / And I finally gave him an ultimatum:

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POEM: “Because Montreal and the Irish Pub.” — ‘You need to get out more I think.’

Because Montreal and the Irish Pub. Because I was already beaming full I was Just a trip to the Jean Talon And the Jean-Coutu Can set my heart aflame in warmth Because I am in Montreal was what it was. Because I saw a Guinness board On St Laurent and the wood of the Irish […]

POEM: “Book ends” — Oh wow can timing be off / Meeting at the wrong time for my confidence

Book ends. He offered to take me for sushi in Soho “I know a nice place,” he said in slow-mo. Drunk, stupid. I didn’t hear him. But he offered to bring me sushi at McGill. “I’ll bring you dinner,” he said to eat on a bench. Excited, receiving, I ate it, full. They both know […]

POEM: “Set It Off” — To set it off without exploding it.

Set It Off I want to race for the splash of scotch on the rocks and my chocolates! I want to tell you about it. Discuss cheesy songs. Hear about the dresses And the sushi boxes And the jogs, the camel toes And anything elses. I want to just walk in the mall, looking. Consider […]