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Gregory Crosby
@monostich.bsky.social
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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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When you see this post an image from your gallery to describe your mental health.
Keir Duella in the iconic orange spacesuit from 2001: A Space Odyssey.
November 27, 2025 at 4:07 PM
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Dali’s Giraffes on Horseback Salad, the script he wrote for the Marx Brothers.
Groucho as a Hindu deity answering multiple telephones with multiple arms.
November 26, 2025 at 3:15 AM
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A poem I wrote thirty years ago, one that I still like.
The Back Seat And for an instant, hands out the window, Bent by the force, awe and sunlight streaming Through new fingers, formed in that reckless crucible, Our wonder at the smearing rushing world, The terminus upon thin wrists: Joy's pure, wavering shadow.
November 23, 2025 at 3:10 PM
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The Oh Christ It’s This Asshole Again meme with the happy bunny in a raincoat. It always makes me laugh.
November 17, 2025 at 2:52 AM
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A perfect album that came out the year you turned sixteen (one of many).
The cover of The Minutemen's double album Double Nickels on the Dime (1984), showing Mike Watt, behind the wheel, looking into the rearview mirror of an old car.
November 17, 2025 at 1:59 AM
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Everyone Sang BY SIEGFRIED SASSOON Everyone suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom, Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark-green fields; on - on - and out of sight. Everyone's voice was suddenly lifted; And beauty came like the setting sun: My heart was shaken with tears; and horror Drifted away ... O, but Everyone Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.
November 11, 2025 at 2:49 PM
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Couldn't help myself.
I would prefer not to, as Bartleby said, but in the famed Mamdani poster font.
November 8, 2025 at 11:32 PM
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Brava, Cate Marvin.
The Death of the Humanities Play Audio BY CATE MARVIN Apparently, we are all lying here beside one another in a darkened room around 2:00 am, giddy as if at a sleepover, each of us waiting to see who speaks last before the other dark hits hard. Here we are lying side by side one another in our caskets, chatting, on the verge of dying. These coffins sure are comfortable, and I love sipping my iced coffee while feeling snuggly as if I’ve been spooned into a sleeping bag beneath a night delicious with stars’ clarity, stars bent to kiss my face, the eyes of a friend who knows who my favorite author is, who gives me Red Comet for my birthday. Why do you say I’m dying when I am reading, holding the hand of an author I know like a lover though they died years before I was born? Why are you telling me I’m dying when waking feels like a birthday? Feels like the tendrilled feet of butterflies landing on an open palm. Reach down into my heart, squeeze its pump, feel its big yes. If this is dying, I like dying. If this is a coffin, I like its bed. The Death of the Humanities Play Audio BY CATE MARVIN Apparently, we are all lying here beside one another in a darkened room around 2:00 am, giddy as if at a sleepover, each of us waiting to see who speaks last before the other dark hits hard. Here we are lying side by side one another in our caskets, chatting, on the verge of dying. These coffins sure are comfortable, and I love sipping my iced coffee while feeling snuggly as if I’ve been spooned into a sleeping bag beneath a night delicious with stars’ clarity, stars bent to kiss my face, the eyes of a friend who knows who my favorite author is, who gives me Red Comet for my birthday. Why do you say I’m dying when I am reading, holding the hand of an author I know like a lover though they died years before I was born? Why are you telling me I’m dying when waking feels like a birthday? Feels like the tendrilled feet of butterflies landing on an open palm. Reach down into my heart, squeeze its pump, feel its big yes. If this is dying, I like dying. If this is a coffin, I like its bed.
November 6, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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Post something random for the collective amusement.
A panel from one of Fletcher Hanks' Stardust comics, with Stardust pointing at a man and proclaiming, "You who plan to plunge the world into a terrible world and suffering--you shall get a just reward!"
November 6, 2025 at 3:11 AM
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Hokusai’s Great Wave painting, in vivid shades of blue.
November 5, 2025 at 2:48 AM
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Once more unto the breach.
A devastatingly handsome middle aged man in a suit and snap fedora wearing an I VOTED sticker. Fingers crossed for Mamdani.
November 4, 2025 at 1:21 PM
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Took a walk around the Slope in the autumn sunshine and came across this (bonus cameo from @thehighsign.bsky.social's fantastic book Camera Man).
A large postcard sitting on a bookshelf; it reads, in bright red lettering, TOSS YOUR PHONE INTO THE SEA.
November 2, 2025 at 11:29 PM
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A small dog wearing a Dracula cape looks up toward the camera as if to ask, "Why?"
November 1, 2025 at 8:04 PM
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In anticipation of the release of the Autumn issue of @bowerygothic.bsky.social next week, we’re doing an evening of spooky readings and cocktails this Thursday.
A Bowery Gothic Reading Thursday October 30 7pm at Von 3 Bleecker St. NYC
October 27, 2025 at 7:17 PM
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A man in evening dress and a domino mask looms over paris... FANTOMAS!!!
October 19, 2025 at 3:31 PM
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Favorite sign.
A picture of Stephen King with the legend “Only 1 King Scares Me.”
October 18, 2025 at 7:26 PM
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Attended the Prospect Park No Kings march and it was fine but what we really need is another March on Washington.

Like, from every direction.

All at once.
The triumphal arch at Grand Army Plaza: TO THE DEFENDERS OF THE UNION
October 18, 2025 at 7:24 PM
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One hopes a student wrote this on the board rather than a professor.
A classroom whiteboard with the phrase Exam of Doom written across it.
October 14, 2025 at 10:51 PM
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A black and white photo of Dean Martin, tipping his hat to the camera.
October 13, 2025 at 2:49 PM
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Current listening. I've managed to put off any real work until... now.
A picture of Thelonious Monk at the piano announcing WKCR's 24 hour birthday broadcast of his his music. 89.9 FM New York.
October 10, 2025 at 7:15 PM
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Tanning was also a marvelous poet; here's a seasonally appropriate favorite.
All Hallows’ Eve By Dorothea Tanning Be perfect, make it otherwise. Yesterday is torn in shreds. Lightning’s thousand sulfur eyes Rip apart the breathing beds. Hear bones crack and pulverize. Doom creeps in on rubber treads. Countless overwrought housewives, Minds unraveling like threads, Try lipstick shades to tranquilize Fears of age and general dreads. Sit tight, be perfect, swat the spies, Don’t take faucets for fountainheads. Drink tasty antidotes. Otherwise You and the werewolf: newlyweds.
October 6, 2025 at 3:24 PM
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“National Poetry Day,” huh? Sure, why not. Anyway here’s Paul Celan.
A Leaf, treeless for Bertolt Brecht: What times are these when a conversation is almost a crime because it includes so much made explicit?
October 2, 2025 at 3:01 PM
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No idea what the previous professor was up to in this classroom but I’m here for it.
A whiteboard where someone has written The Enlightenment, bitches!
September 30, 2025 at 8:53 PM
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Thanks to @bdralyuk.bsky.social I’m sitting at Poets House reading a marvelous but forgotten poet.
Frontispiece to Myron H. Broomell’s 1947 collection The Time by Dialing.
September 30, 2025 at 3:43 PM
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A deck of cards with a joker that’s a picture of a rooster and the legend “Work with you hands” above and “Mind your own business” below.
September 29, 2025 at 6:57 PM