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.
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.
Almost too on the nose, I had to fly to a funeral over Easter weekend. Even more on the nose, I watched the 2024 film Conclave as my in-flight movie just three days before Pope Francis passed away Easter Monday.
The dead will rise!
A few reruns, in case your Good Friday and/or Ward Easter program is insufficiently brooding for your tastes.
Also a reminder to rewatch Ben-Hur for Holy Week.
Or, what an old General Conference gaff, a seminal Post-Punk album, and the failures of the Chinese Cultural Revolution, all share in common.
Were the Nephites illegal immigrants?
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