ravage
(this place despite everything)

I’ll not put this world on trial, even if it mistreats us.
I’ll not put this time on trial, even if it hustles us toward the fall.

I’ll not put a system that assaults us on trial, I’ll not put a religion that blinds us on trial, I’ll not put an economy that assassinates, attacks, dries, smothers, grinds, drowns us on trial.

I’ll not put life on trial, despite its fundamental inadequacy, nor our species, which does not cease hating itself.
Anyway I’ll launch no trial; the world has enough of those who destroy,
and I know only how to show the blows (and then).
So what can I do? I who do not have the confidence of the troublemakers, to try to transmute what is real, to try to tear up my own ruts, to restrain what is dying, to flesh out time, to punch holes in impasses and see sense appear, perhaps, in its unstable beat?

I chose, one day, to make a commitment despite everything to places that are theatres,
And I chose to linger in this one so as to invite dreamers and to dream with them,
So as to give more space to speech, more speech to speech.
I chose to write on a long wall having the title I begin again, so as to recreate tirelessly and thus to converse infinitely with this world that never ceases to amaze me.

Take the word ravage, for example.
Still yesterday, it inspired in me only fear and destruction, ugliness and chaos.
And then, one day, my country friend taught me that a ravage is also a place
where the deer gather to face the rigours of winter.

In winter, if you go for a walk in the forest, you might fall on a ravage, which you
will recognise by the disturbance of the snow, by the many and mingled deer tracks,
like the imprint of mysterious writing, And you will see that the ravage is protected by tall evergreens that wrap their long resinous arms around it. 

The first time I saw a ravage I thought That’s what we need! A spot to survive the winters, a place despite everything, a refuge for beauty, a stopping place for what hides itself! A ravage! A ravage! We need a ravage!

I thanked my country friend and I returned to the city.
Ever since I begin again,
Tirelessly.

And I hope, with you, to make a ravage out of this theatre.