EXCERPT Disemboweled Sticking their mouths to its wounds They pump the horse’s blood and the knight’s So that they themselves can flow Toward some obscure orifice? A mad sailor tries to reach the open sea —Joyce Mansour We encounter our fourth dromomaniac presenting an alternative vision of the sea, this time an open chasm that draws the traveller into gaping worlds. Here one finds oneself caught in an inescapable gravitational pull or siren’s call that lures, misguides, and casts one into the vortex. Are we being asked to consider an act of travelling that is equivalent to some form of mutilation, requiring the forfeiture of vital limbs or organs (‘disemboweled’)?…