A funny thing happened on the way to Wallace Stevens' later poetry

[rayheinrich]

I continue to be impressed by you. I remember in the old days of PigPen quite
a few people would read one of your poems or comments and think/say you
were babbling/being irrational. But when I looked at what you'd written, there was
enough logic/meaning in it for me to realize that most of the confusion was
coming from my side, was coming from me not understanding what you had written.
Or, at the very least, you were good enough to make me doubt who was the crazy one.
I do respect many people from the past, more than the naturally trollish
part of me is willing to admit. And yes, I've felt that mystical, but rationally
explainable, presence when exposed to someone's writings from the past.
And, of course, I'm more than willing to believe that words can have great
power when strung together in the proper sequence, a magic spell that
actually works; because I love to write and am naturally biased towards that
belief. Where I get into trouble sometimes is believing that it has that same
effect on everyone. ...
And I just had to look up Padmasambhava and go down that rabbit hole.
From my late twenties I've thought well of, and been influenced by, the non-deity
strains of Buddhism and their Hindu heritage. (I also looked up The Grim Adventures
of Billy & Mandy, and Shang Tsung, but was able to resist.)