The title of this essay comes from “Hide My Gun,” a song I never got my friend Joshua Clover, who died on Sunday, to listen to. “I hate Post Malone,” he told me about six weeks ago, in a tone that I can only describe by saying that it implied I, in contrast, could not get enough of Post Malone.
I assured Joshua I did not have any special interest in Post…
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