[Incapable of retreating...] Poem by Johannes Jansen

Incapable of retreating, arrival precedes us. Do you want to arrive or just be on the way, the intractable situation asks, without avoiding a smile. The latter, we say, because we don't want to be finished before shifting time has fulfilled itself. Everything is possible. Nothing is possible. A game involving new departure and disgust. To give our existence a way to pass the time we play through the paths. All of them end offside, beyond the pale, some in victory, but victory has to be skirted round.

Translated by Catherine Hales