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A new poem by our acclaimed American Observer, Hamilton High to celebrate the launch of a new national uk newspaper. The first in 25 years. That paper is the i and is a tiny truncated independent of sorts I think

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by Hamilton High, for outsideleft.com
originally published: November, 2010
i i is a new poem about a new national newspaper called i, by Hamilton High
by Hamilton High, for outsideleft.com
originally published: November, 2010
i i is a new poem about a new national newspaper called i, by Hamilton High

i i

i is not the worst.
i is not the best ither.
i is a use of 20p and when
i consider the cost of alternative titles such as the
independent and their ilk and
i can make i last for 20 minutes or so
i think
i can't make a fudge last so long
i calculate that to be a mere penny per minute
i suppose
iPlayer might be cheaper overall if
i watched it all the time but
i am always interested in new publications and
i's the first new snoozepaper for 25 years or so...
i's snatching back to paper and ink those faux
internet stylings makes it seem
iPad ready already or viewable on my
iPhone
i suppose
i for 1 am charmed by the ascendancy of
i, the appropriation of i, of all things
i
it was for a while e. e-this and e-that and now
it's i as far as the i can see it's i.
i don't get that part of
it.

(original art above, hhi by Hamilton High)

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Hamilton High

Hamilton High was born on Doheny Ave in the gutter, is a poet, writer and observer of popular culture. Likes fashion and cares less for style. He's on the move, he's an alter ego and we hardly ever hear from him.

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