Hoxton Square Circles: starfucking tales of sexless one-night stands (2001)
Not for the faint of heart. Not for those who find offence in the particulars of life or for squeaky-voiced poets. No, Sylvie Hill is not a poet’s poet. She is a poet for the people. – Jeff Ross
Hoxton is my first book, followed by Russell Square Station: mine the trash. To self-publish the book, amazing twin sisters Andrea and Samantha helped every step of the way. The Starfucker Press label came from a friend telling me I was always at the ready to boast and appreciate talents in others. A CD compilation of live performances, a documentary and bookmarks were produced to promote the book. The Aloha Room in Ottawa hosted the sold-out book launch on July 28, 2001 with local bookstores generously carrying it.
Hoxton Square Circles: starfucking tales of sexless one-night stands is a collection of spoken-word poetry documenting one woman’s journey through the sexual landscape of Ottawa. So it’s a short book. And who are we kidding – the author is a tattle-tale. Hoxton spills all the nitty gritty of Hill’s one-night ‘exchanges’ with men, some Brits, and a woman, exploring through scintillating expression and vivid images exactly what happened when it was time to go home, and you didn’t. The book takes its name from the hip artists’ and musicians’ quarter in London, England. Circling urban places and sexy spaces, the works address that urge to get it on and fit (it!) in. God willing, you may enjoy a bit of kiss-and-tell.
