
On Willie Nelson’s and Frank Sinatra’s Versions of “September Song”
Though it’s a long, long while, from May to December…
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.

Though it’s a long, long while, from May to December…

Don’t tell me that you get sick of living/When the summer’s so forgiving…

Revisiting the old Sundance sensation from the height of the “Mormon film renaissance.”
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.
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