The Unconfessing Artist

Doing this or that is futile.

Not doing anything is futile.

But between doing and not doing,

better the futility of doing.

But no, doing to forget

is what’s futile—never the forgetting.

But one can do what’s futile knowing

it’s futile, and although knowing

it’s futile and that its sense

cannot in any way be sensed,

still do: for it is harder

than not doing, and hardly

will one be able to say

with more disdain, or say

more plainly to the reader Nobody

that what was done was for nobody.

Translated by Richard Zenith