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.
This is the Big Kahuna–not only the first day of the week that leaves you in a mood, but the first Sunday of Year. As such, we will have to bust out the big guns: the Fab Four.
“What are we afraid of? What do men fear most? Believe it or not, it is joy. Against joy, society erects its most massive bulwarks…It
It has now been over 20 years since the year 2001 could plausibly be read as a vision of the future. Instead of space ships
I served my mission in Latin America, wherein December 25th is but the first day of Christmas, kicking off 12 straight days of parties and
Some hearts find peace[1]I’d had zero luck getting my wife to share in my love of Low till this song came out; though she now has
The first words off their lips are always “Fear not,” for even the righteous Prophets fall to their faces in utter terror at the awful and horrible sight of a full-fledged angel in glory.
Several years ago, as part of my continuing quest to find Christmas music I don’t hate, I stumbled upon this hidden gem: Harvey Danger’s “Sometimes
I wonder if some ancient Hindu mathematician (ancient India was renowned for its mathematicians, who were the first to understand the elementary yet essential concept
Once upon a time, when I was on the verge of the impossible age of 30, I set out on a quest to find Christmas
Once, there was a Catholic nunnery in Nauvoo, IL, the Mississippi river-town founded by Joseph Smith after the Saints were mobbed out of nearby Missouri.
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