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by Pascal Contamine, translated by Timothy Bernard
O public road, I say back, I am not afraid to leave
you - yet I love you;
You express me better than I can express myself;
You shall be more to me than my poem.
- Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road
Our nature lies in movement; complete calm is death.
- Pascal, Pensées
The heavens themselves run continually round, the sun riseth and sets,
the moon increaseth and decreaseth, stars and planets keep their constant
motions, the air is still tossed by the winds, the waters ebb and flow to
their conservation no doubt, to teach us that we should ever be in motion.
- Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy
The desire for a home.
A metaphor for the desire for stability?
I am in a constant state of exile, in the doubt that shapes and defines us.
I walk above civilizations and borders.
When I halt, I cry.
Yes, no doubt there is within me a suppressed desire for a mooring point.
To fight against the disequilibrium spinning around us.
The disequilibrium I create. The disequilibrium of the great planetary furies.
The only home I see belongs to travelers.
An earth filled with landscapes and peoples of all kinds.
Who will tire of socking each other on the jaw
Who will come to believe in a kind of serenity
Who will discover each other and accept their differences.
When we have all been reincarnated thirty times in the Other...
When we have all been Black, Russian, Afghani, Papuan, Vietnamese. . .
When we have all walked, traveled, seen and heard. . .
Perhaps then I will develop
I said perhaps
A taste for halting on this earth
That I will affectionately call home.
Pascal Contamine is a theatre writer, actor and director. He has also performed
in many productions for film, television, radio and multimedia.