Belated Review: Beatlejuice Beatlejuice
What’s missing from the sequel isn’t the vulgarity of the original, but its good-natured humor—the assurance that death is one big hearty joke.
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.
What’s missing from the sequel isn’t the vulgarity of the original, but its good-natured humor—the assurance that death is one big hearty joke.

On the pernicious rhetoric of “choosing to be happy.”

What, if anything, do you do after Low?

And I cannot lie

We are indeed strangers and pilgrims on the earth.


A party album for the end of the world.
The Spirit told me that I wouldn’t sink

How a 2003 Indie landmark lands differently post-lockdown…

On the rejection of Neo-Platonism by the Restoration.
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