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Bruce Bromley
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Writer, musician, painter, teacher: Clinical Professor of writing at New York University. Author: _Guesting_ (Understory Books, 2022); _The Life in the Sky Comes Down (Backlash Press, 2017); _Making Figures_ (Dalkey Archive Press, 2014).
"Bett, Talking," my new substack:

After college, everyone I knew stood in a carton that contained their lives, busy with one job, one man, one dog, each of them lasting until they stopped.

Link: brucebromley.substack.com/p/bett-talking
December 30, 2025 at 10:12 PM
My new substack and the end of my essay, "The Storied Cry"! Link: brucebromley.substack.com/p/the-storie...
December 27, 2025 at 6:37 AM
My new substack, "The Storied Cry (3): thinking the cry"! Link: brucebromley.substack.com/p/the-storie...
December 19, 2025 at 7:51 PM
So grateful for the golden light today!
December 16, 2025 at 8:23 PM
My new substack, "The Storied Cry (2)"! Link: brucebromley.substack.com/p/the-storie...
The Storied Cry (2)
the ghost hovers above the table
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December 13, 2025 at 5:45 AM
Ah, how their beauty sings to me.
December 12, 2025 at 6:59 AM
My new substack--about when the cry comes first. Link: brucebromley.substack.com/p/the-storie...
The Storied Cry (1)
the cry comes first
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December 9, 2025 at 6:06 AM
I've been relishing Henry James's late New York edition of _The Portrait of a Lady_ (1908-1909). Some words:
"She knew of no wrong [that her husband] had done; he was not violent; he was not cruel; she simply believed he hated her."
December 5, 2025 at 10:55 PM
One of Leonora Carrington's magnificent hybrid creatures. This image resonates with some of what I've been reading:
"Safety, under any circumstances, is an illusion" (Carrington,2006).
"How do I tell you how I got here without getting trapped in the past?" (Richard Siken, 2025).
December 5, 2025 at 10:53 PM
From "When the Fugitives Decide to Stay," my new substack:

In terms of "idea "and its double meaning in the Greek, of phantom and form, our ancestral speakers must have been enfolded in a longing to stay the wobble in the word.
Link: brucebromley.substack.com/.../when-the....
November 28, 2025 at 11:02 PM
My new substack--about working with and for George Whitman at Shakespeare and Company, Paris, and about learning how the past has legs.
November 19, 2025 at 6:56 PM
From my new substack! Link: brucebromley.substack.com/p/shake-the-...
November 19, 2025 at 6:55 PM
From "Star-Taker," my new substack! Link: brucebromley.substack.com/p/star-taker
November 13, 2025 at 7:25 PM
"Star-Taker," my new substack--about Gloria Vanderbilt and how a family can't washcloth itself clean. Link: brucebromley.substack.com/p/star-taker
November 13, 2025 at 7:24 PM
From "Out/In," my new substack! Link: brucebromley.substack.com/p/outin
November 6, 2025 at 9:22 PM
My new substack! Link: brucebromley.substack.com/p/outin
November 6, 2025 at 8:18 PM
From my new substack, "Gnossienne for Lisa de Kooning"! Link: brucebromley.substack.com/p/gnossienne...
October 31, 2025 at 7:58 PM
My fourth substack--about Lisa de Kooning and Suzanne Valadon and Erik Satie and East Hampton!
October 30, 2025 at 6:50 PM
The magnificent visual artist and writer Leonora Carrington--with one of her beloveds!
October 27, 2025 at 10:45 PM
Please consider stopping by! brucebromley.substack.com
October 27, 2025 at 4:05 AM
A sumptuous painting by Jane Wilson--those *greens*!
October 26, 2025 at 9:28 PM
The beautiful and soul-gifted Sufjan Stevens: his recent album _Javelins_ has untold beauties in it. Here:

Will anybody ever love me?
For good reasons, without grievance
Not for sport

Will anybody ever love me?
In every season pledge allegiance to my heart
Pledge allegiance to my burning heart
October 26, 2025 at 5:33 AM
Oh, the changing light!
October 24, 2025 at 6:30 PM
From my third substack, "Four Ways In": brucebromley.substack.com/p/four-ways-in
October 24, 2025 at 5:53 PM
Four Ways In open.substack.com/pub/brucebro... My third substack--about being saved from an abusive father (for a while) by Jimmy Hammerstein, Oscar's son; about gay boy-love; and about a buck entranced by the moon.
Four Ways In
They were two 12 year old boys fighting sleep in an attic room, wondering when their balls would drop and why fathers were so strange.
open.substack.com
October 23, 2025 at 7:32 PM