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.