ANYWAYS this made me think about discourse within certain circles about the metaphor of cannibalism as obsessive and devotional love (example from episode 8.5 of Mabel podcast titled ‘Letter from Juniper’: Lily, Lily. Sometimes I would eat you if I could. There is a witch in a story who ate a girl she loved, and always afterwards when she spoke, flowers fell out of her open mouth. I would swallow you up, and you would be lobelia on my tongue for the rest of my life. This is what they say: it is not uncommon for us to want to eat what we love).
I didn’t catch much of it but I did see Richard Siken weighing on it on twitter as fundamentally a flawed representation of love because cannibalism is a selfish task, seeking consumption of the other and destruction of their being (iirc). Maybe I’m remembering wrong but he was firmly in the ‘cannibalism is not a metaphor for love’ camp. Why am I saying all this? Idk I just thought it would be funny lol anyway I don’t know if I’m convinced by Mr. Siken’s reasoning bc certain works using this metaphor are bangers but whatever ig. Sorry for wasting your time dear reader.
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