Johannes Göransson explores writing that intentionally crosses boundaries, challenging genre conventions and linguistic borders to blur the lines of the autonomous text. His work is deeply intertwined with themes of immigration, homelessness, and translation, reflecting a drive to dismantle traditional literary structures. Göransson critically engages with contemporary poetry and avant-garde aesthetics, while his own writing pushes stylistic and formal limits. His creative vision is profoundly shaped by the act of translation and the experience of the outsider, imbuing his work with a unique and compelling perspective.
... inside language treacherous lilac / language syrener made for girls / like me for me the lilacs bloom / like little fingerprints hundreds / of bloody little finger prints I can’t hear / you I’m listening to the radio my wife / is feeding me pomegranate seeds / she’s feeding me with bloody fingers / it’s summer it’s summer I can’t / hear you det är sommar