
Review: Chosen Path, by D. Michael Quinn
The same skills that made D. Michael Quinn such a ferocious historian did not similarly serve him as a memoirist.
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 same skills that made D. Michael Quinn such a ferocious historian did not similarly serve him as a memoirist.

A cold and wet November dawn…

On a physically embodied poetry and gospel.

34 Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the

The Spirit of Elijah in a vampire movie.

On James Murphy’s elegy to David Bowie.
Just what is it that we think we’ll spend eternity doing?

A very deep, thorough, and profound philosophical-theological inquiry.

No Halloween playlist is complete without “It’s Halloween” by The Shaggs, which appears near the end of their legendarily-terrible and only album, 1969’s Philosophy of the World.

O ye fair ones…
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