[REVISITING] Gerard Manley Hopkins at Your Thanksgiving Table

His poem perfectly captures this sad, happy, dreary, delicious time of year. WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY PETER MOORE

BACK IN THE LAND BEFORE TIME, this substack had several hundred hardy subscribers who helped me through the early times of “why the hell am I doing this?” Now there are 2,600 of you, many of whom actually pay for the privilege of reading this. Yeah, it astonishes me, too. And, I’m grateful. Here’s a post only a few of you saw, from Thanksgiving a year ago. So why not throw the circle wider, and invite all of you delightful new people to join us at the R2E buffet? I hope your holiday tables are adorned with the beast of your dreams (animal or vegetable), and I apologize to those of you who look at that gathering around the very first Thanksgiving table, and want to shout at the native people there, “Run for your lives.” History is complicated, ain’t it? Onward into the holiday madhouse!