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Fiona Hile

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MY VIEWS

MY VIEWS

MY VIEWS

Twenty-two days since I’ve seen the sun
I don’t have time to arrange my views
Things happen quickly so I don’t remember
you know my name but it’s a pile of glasnost
The way you draw yourself up through the song
Giving in to the sick side of sensation
A parody of love when it was half a mantel
Garbled light illuminates a gallows of sorts
And I hear myself speaking in the voice of Mao
‘Something frightening lurks in the song of birds’

© 2013, Fiona Hile

Fiona Hile

Fiona Hile

(Australia, 1969)

Published by Vagabond in 2012, Fiona Hile’s The Family Idiot announced a disarming new poetic intelligence. In its 16 pages the chapbook presents a series of deft inquiries into the problems that have continued to concern Hile: the nature of the knots that tie abstract thought to the mess of human instinct; what happens to poetic diction when it squares off against a disenchanted natural world;...

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HELLO DARLING,

A PORTABLE CRUSH

MY VIEWS

ENTRANCES NORTH

BIZARRE TRIANGLE FETISH

BLANDISHMENTS

MONDRIAN GREEN

PLAGIARISM DREAMS

THE ILLUSTRIOUS FORMATIONS OF ABSOLUTE CONTINGENCY

THE OWL OF LASCAUX

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MY VIEWS

Twenty-two days since I’ve seen the sun
I don’t have time to arrange my views
Things happen quickly so I don’t remember
you know my name but it’s a pile of glasnost
The way you draw yourself up through the song
Giving in to the sick side of sensation
A parody of love when it was half a mantel
Garbled light illuminates a gallows of sorts
And I hear myself speaking in the voice of Mao
‘Something frightening lurks in the song of birds’

MY VIEWS

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