
“They burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why:” On “Common People,” by Pulp
An American never could have written this.
Hagoth favors essays that can trace their lineage back to Michel de Montaigne; whether narrative, analytical, or devotional, these essays lean ruminative, conversational, meandering, impressionistic, and are reluctant to wax didactic. But that doesn’t mean you won’t find the occasional poem or piece of fiction here as well.
An American never could have written this.
If Shakespeare were an American, we’d call him an all-American success story.
“After all this time/To believe in Jesus…I thought I was Him.”
A wordless protest album that almost sounds like something I might’ve listened to on my mission.
Somebody gotta save my soul.
There are intelligences even in the discarded candy-bar receipts and notebooks.
I was thinking ‘bout my time in space/I was thinking ’bout the human race…
Zion is fled.
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