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Welcome to the Metabolism of Travel.
This site will invent itself as it goes along. A little like travel, and a little like the notion of anabasis. In his book The Century, Alain Badiou dedicates a chapter to this concept. Apart from being the title of a narrative by Xenophon ‘that tells the story of a troop of about 10,000 Greek mercenaries enlisted by one of the warring camps in a Persian dynastic quarrel’, anabasis can be taken to gesture towards the following:
-the movement of lost men, being outside of place and the law.
-finding oneself left to one’s own devices, forced to invent one’s own destiny.
-the free invention of a wandering that ‘will have been a return’.

In summary it may be the idea of ‘an unprecedented return’.

Establishing a website, although a common practice in this historical moment, is an odd kind of decision. There is no need for it, and no justification. It is simply a whim, that will prove or undo itself over the course of what proceeds from it.
This website will archive work that I have written – poetry, prose, performance, as well as some visual material. It will be a space for the documentation of collaborative processes and projects. It may, at times, be a kind of journal.
It will also (in the ANTHOLOGY section), provide a curated space for the written or photographic work of others. If you do not yet have a website space of your own, and want to present work in this virtual medium, under the banner of MOT, then please mail the site. The work, if appropriate, will be included and very much appreciated.
Please enjoy. Please indicate if you would like a vegetarian meal. And please, refrain from smoking, even in the toilets, which are fitted with smoke detectors.

bike

Riding home late
Legs liquefied in the night air
Cold, clear air
Hitting the back of my open throat

Gliding along
Hard, dark roads
Chilled, black air like
Slick leg lubricant

Loving the long time
Hands cold and strong
Body splintering
In ink-spinning flight

Yelling back
To the bike behind
Sharp voice slicing
Through wide, dark streets

Bell-hard nipples
Armpits prickling
Ribs and belly
Broad as breath

The final stretch
Bold and fast
Inhaling the last
Blasts of cold

Tighten the hold
Suddenly slowing
Mouthfuls of laughter
- After glowing.

against remorse

The thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions, as seeking explanations of something: to him, success and failure are primarily answers. To be vexed or even to feel remorse because something goes wrong – he leaves that to those who act because they were ordered to do so and who expect a beating when his gracious lordship is not pleased with the result.

Nietzsche, p. 57. The Gay Science.

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