On “Ecotopia: The Notebooks and Reports of William Weston,” by Ernest Callenbach
O Babylon, O Babylon, we bid thee farewell…
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.
O Babylon, O Babylon, we bid thee farewell…

Of resonating with a fellow chubby, pasty white guy who was shocked awake by the Isla del Encanto as a young man.

What better time than summer for a hot take?

Of Lo-Fi Indie, the paintings of Henry Darger, outsider art, and the sincerity of irony.

On the occasion of America’s 250th, we recall how the Prophet Spencer W. Kimball splashed cold water on the 200th.

Well, everyone’s allowed a past/They don’t care to mention

On the unbearable weight of being the chosen generation.

Young man, there’s no need to feel down…
Back around the turn of the Millennium in the Pacific Northwest, I recall always having to leave early-morning Seminary early in order to arrive at Jazz Band practice late, so that nobody would be happy.
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