Macy’s Day Parade, by Green Day [Annotated Reading]
Let us remember that brief moment at the turn of the millennium, before they reinvented themselves as a Political Punk Band, when it looked like Green Day was going consent to age gracefully.
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.
Let us remember that brief moment at the turn of the millennium, before they reinvented themselves as a Political Punk Band, when it looked like Green Day was going consent to age gracefully.
One last examination of the early-90s “slow-core” scene that birthed Low.
On the religious feeling missing from the two 21st-century sequels.
RIP
On our innate desire to overcome death, even as we know how impossible that is by our own efforts.
Revisiting the title track from their polarizing 2019 album, the Yeats poem that inspired it, and literal Second Coming we supposedly look forward to.
Has it already been 7 years since Bob Dylan was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature, of all things?
From the “Mothman Prophecies” soundtrack
Some readings to get you in the Holiday Spirit, just in case they’re not doing so sufficiently in your ward this weekend!
O grave, where is thy victory?
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