I spoke once to the renowned Finnish poet Pentti Saarikoski by telephone. He was ill, dying in fact and receiving no visitors, but he said: “maybe we will meet one day in this mad world.”
I think of him often. I meet him. Have met him. Yesterday a lonely man, today a teenaged boy walking in rain.
Saarikoski knew his Heraclitus. “Whoever cannot seek the unforeseen sees nothing for the known way is an impasse.”
Rain fate. Let this be our character.
“The most beautiful arrangement is a pile of things poured out at random…”
In this mad world…