PERSONA_PARTS_2.0 — Ode to Pronto Rushtonsky (1965 – 1991) by Ossang, F.J.

[From Venezia Central by F.J. Ossang, Le Castor Astral, 2015. Pronto adapted into English by Anon]


This is an ode.

An ode to Pronto Rushtonsky.

Rather vague an ode is. It is a color,

the wavelength of a color washing up on the river shore

where ash coats gray and green water.

The faint smell of odors and smoke that stretches

from the Sun as it sets.

The lapping waves that surround a burial boat

as it heads toward the black bow

of haunted ships.


But I shall tell, tell all finally,

the desire and the regret of sleeping in the light

so bright where all is extinguished.


Pronto, pronto, he said.

We shall see Olivier no more.

We look at the light. It is the 26th, four p.m.




[To be continued.]



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