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Poet. Author of Said No One Ever (2021) and Walking Away From Explosions in Slow Motion (2018). https://buttondown.email/gregorycrosby
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Sitting in a cafe when Elvis Presley’s “Moody Blue” comes on; I suddenly remembered my mother owned that record on blue vinyl. She mostly listened to the radio, but she did have that record. Not long after, Elvis was dead. I can still see her shaking her head, saying over and over, “What a shame.”

Trying to think of a dumb joke with the traction this inexplicably gained and… I got nothing. It’s too hot.

Oof. Sad to say how likely this will be…

nothing has reinforced my belief that NYC did the right thing like seeing just how upset all the worst people in the world are over it

Worst. Season. Ever.

Wish I could Irish-goodbye this heatwave.

My favourite jazz album was recorded 64 years ago today, on June 25, 1961 at the Village Vanguard. Bill Evans's great trio, with Scott La Faro & Paul Motian. Great music from the five sets the trio played that day. Bill's portrait on the cover is by Donald Silverstein youtube.com/watch?v=Hj_T...

RIP Lea Massari; they’ll never find you now.

Is it wrong to so enjoy that take down of an overrated writer in the LRB? No? Good, because that was a satisfying read this morning (as was, different reasons, Andrew O'Hagan's piece about Didion).

It is, indeed, hot enough for me.

THIS IS A BRAD LANDER APPRECIATION POST He kept it real, he cross-endorsed, he made everyone see the BS of antisemitism claims, he threw everything he had against Cuomo like the penultimate hero in an action movie... No matter what happens next, I am filled with new admiration for Lander

Wouldn’t it be nice.

Grateful this morning, as ever, to look out upon the myriad harbor.

anybody who's about to say NYC doesn't count because it's not "real America" (read: rural, conservative, just as fucked over as everybody else by this admin): as somebody from "real America" 8.258 million absolutely counts more than 8 or 5 or 2 thousand. sorry. welcome to the real world folks

I like New York in June. How about you?

crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of their consultants

With apologies to LCD Soundsystem: New York, I love you, but you are NOT bringing me down.

Like a scene out of some science fiction film... which is what we're living in, now.

It’s not the heat, it’s the stupidity. ~rim shot~

Feeling as if I’ll be using “Our status is Tomb” in the near future.

after much deliberation over my vote, i decided to rank andrew cuomo, under "who do you want to place into a small metal box and then banish that box to a lower dimension, living the rest of his or her life in a flat world, a torturous plane of existence." for comptroller i voted for mark levine

Where have you gone, Lake Breeze? A city turns its sweaty brow to you.

Delmore Schwartz

Accurate.

Just change the name from Supreme to Supremacist Court and get it over with.

DON’T RANK CUOMO DON’T RANK CUOMO DON’T RANK CUOMO DON’T RANK CUOMO DON’T RANK CUOMO DON’T RANK CUOMO DON’T RANK

Once, long ago and far away, I had sex for hours with this song on repeat in the background. I felt you should know.

A drop of good news.

love this picture of a novelist sitting in on the poetry workshop

A friend just made a World War III joke, and I said, Hey, it’s not WW III yet, and then a minute later I saw that Iran attacked bases in Qatar.

This is great… except for that comma.

Any number of things to say; little energy or will to say them. Except for “Don’t rank Cuomo.”

My Darling Clementine (1946), John Ford

From Hunter S. Thompson’s ESPN page 2 column one week after 9/11.

I learned about the bombing last night just before going into my 40th high school reunion, and I suddenly remembered the first punk zine I ever saw, shown to my by a friend while we sat on the bleachers during gym class: it was called REAGAN DEATH.