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.
Ours is a faith of overachievers…
Abrasive was the word that cropped up in all the Steve Albini obituaries, and not without reason.
By small and simple things…
And I’m afraid I told a lie…
For our latest book-length message in a bottle, we present a greatly revised and expanded version of our experimental essay “Homage and Riff on David Markson’s Final Tetralogy” entitled The Last Vision.
You’re scheming on a thing that’s a mirage…
The apparition of these faces in the congregation
Something tells you/That you’ve got to move away from it…
“Life is short, though I keep this from my children…”
If these Dune flicks had come out 20-odd years ago–back when I first binge-read the Frank Herbert novels in High School–I would’ve been so pumped
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