On Blue Cheer’s Version of “Summertime Blues”
The summer is past and our souls are not saved.
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.
The summer is past and our souls are not saved.

What reasons do you need to be shown?

You’re a slave to money then you die…

You gotta believe me, and I wish you were there.

“As I walk through/This wicked world…”

I’d been avoiding this book for the longest time.
On the value of studying near-death-experiences, if any.

A Thai Christmas in July.
It took me for the longest time to realize I don’t actually enjoy Thomas Pynchon–except for this one book.
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