Alex Dimitrov

2 months ago | nytimes.com | Alex Dimitrov

To this end, and true to its title, there is no shortage of indulgence in "Ecstasy." The characters in these poems party hard; there is plenty of sex and drinking and drugs. They smoke Sobranies and down bottles of Chablis at Café Charlot in Paris. They are seasoned regulars of New York nightlife, bouncing from one downtown fixture to the next. One poem is titled "Xanax"; another is called "Poppers." There's a full section with poems dedicated to each of the seven deadly sins.

Nov 11, 2024 | newyorker.com | Alex Dimitrov |Other Poems”

A man dangles a cigaretteover a fire escape on Crosby. It’s so early, I am still in last night. All of life honks. The streets steam. Gin changes to coffeeand I think of you lessthen I think of you often. How strange! To be a personinstead of a tree. I’ll miss it. I’m in it! I watch a bucketof peonies glint in the sun. The wind moves through the avenue. A woman loses her hat. I lost something back therebut what use is turning around? Goodbye to the past!I buy leather pants. I call my mother.

Aug 7, 2024 | audiofilemagazine.com | Alex Dimitrov |Dorothea Lasky

Alternately narrated with just the right amount of earnestness and snark by the two authors, this audiobook eschews the heavy-handedness of some astrologers in favor of a playful approach. Alex Dimitrov and Dorothea Lasky are two poets who created a Twitter account that provides followers with astrological forecasts. The authors' voices are quite different from each other, employing their own humorous nuances, but both are engaging and fun to listen to.

Jan 22, 2024 | alexdimitrov.substack.com | Alex Dimitrov

MONDAY7:19 a.m. Ugh I’m awake. But I’m in Paris. Hungover. From drinks at Bar Hemingway with my favorite Leo the night before. I stayed late. And made friends with the bartender. Also a Leo. He kept telling me he hated Paris and I was so drunk, I just kept calling him crazy. It’s so much better than New York, I said. And ordered my last drink. Champagne. I don’t even remember which. I let him choose. He also kept asking me about love like I knew something.

Aug 6, 2023 | alexdimitrov.substack.com | Alex Dimitrov

Next TimeThe traffic eased and the light changed. Sometimes crossing the parkthey imagined more than the park. Sometimes crossing the parkthey imagined nothing and spoke of little. A friend moved. A friend married. New plays opened. The bars filled. And in the middle of most sentencesthey thought they would say something different. And in the middle of some daysthey thought they would be someone else. More films about love. More books about war. Did anything really surprise them?