Poem: ‘Ciao, Fighter!’
Rodney Pybus, 31 August 1989
for Arnost Lustig
It’s swift, this exorbitant ripple of Rs: the sound to a British ear is something, roughly, like
RORE-RAYS said fast as a bird. Trying out an odd word of yours, my tongue feels as if it’s been arrested
lurching, without papers, down a scarred road somewhere in the old centre of Europe.
But when I hear you in full cry after a story that’s getting away like a...
