Before Joyce
For a novel to make it as art
The end had to be at the start.
This is still largely so
'cause we think that we know
And don't want to know
Why it is we don't want to know.
A twisting contradiction dealing with Joyce and the human condition, succinct and accurate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many novels I have read start with a flashback to the past, then fast forward back to the present. The only novel by James Joyce which I know is 'A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man'. Must read 'Ulysses' sometime.