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.
In memoriam Tom Verlaine (1949-2023).
One’s a curiosity, two’s a coincidence, but three’s a full-blown trend: when not one, not two, but three separately and independently produced films about the RoboApocalypse debut at the same film festival, then you know for sure that’s something’s in the water, something’s just floating in the air, that is making audiences anxious about the rise of AI.
Essaying to escape the predictive algorithm all while never evading the eye of the Almighty.
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, born to be kings…
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…
On U2 and Rage Against the Machine.
For the impending end of the year.
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