It’s strange how since the title occurred to me an entire vision of life seems to have grown up for me around the notion of God as the devourer — as the mouth & gut, which is brainless & the whole of evil, & from which we can only get certain concessions. […]
When I look through them, almost all the poems I have in this batch are about nothing else but this. God, the Creator, isn’t protective love, but simply absolute power – the irrefutable authority of the need to devour to live […]
It is basically a simple family situation.