John Thompson's Stilt Jack

Just finished John Thompson's Stilt Jack. Does anyone else notice comparisons to Plath in that the context of what he's transcribing here seems to come from a place of suicidal tendancy... Of course the entire thing is breathtaking, even the few bouts with projective repetition that seem to parallel the mundane, or rather, eventual relinquishment of the/a life itself. Like how he ties in religion, fishing, ocean/salt presences repeatedly. Tells of a man living off the land; but also experiencing the depth of it all, coupled with the marriage of language and the sometimes subtle, sometimes full-on, but never trite, imagery. These words will haunt me for a long time, I hope forever.