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.
I initially started reading Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre more out of sense of English majory duty than anything else, honestly; I’d somehow completed a Masters
Here we are[1]Yes, let us let the premier gay man in Rock teach us our own Gospel! I can think of no better tribute to
Having children myself has really made me meditate on what exactly Christ meant that we must “be as little children” if we are to inherit
I had a minor Christmas miracle last month: while poking around my Dropbox for some forgotten reason, I stumbled upon the Bittorrent for the “despecialized”
Out here in the fields[1]A line I would sometime sing to myself when I was a missionary myself; the song predates my existence upon this
On U2 and Rage Against the Machine.
For the impending end of the year.
Time is the Great Destroyer.
Merry Christmas.
I gave you my heart/but the very next day, you TORE IT APART [the more correct rhyme that everyone’s been sub-vocalizing for nearly 40 years now…]
Whether you’re an interested writer or reader, subscribe below and we’ll keep you in the loop.