plain yogurt creamy in quantity
		sliced fresh banana, strawberries
		speckless icy chicago blue skies
		below the city thaws its thighs


In Iceland there is a poetic tradition known as a Visa.
It is a rhymed poem (everything used to rhyme there) about a place,
not necc. nice.  Sonya gave me one about a north town where I met
my only non-English-speaking Icelander -- who helped me out at an
automated gas station after dark when my ...master card or visa...
would not go through as a purchase -- it wanted a pin number.  He
swapped money, his money on his charge card for my 1000 ISK and 
even pumped it for me in bitterly cold wind.  As it turned out,
I had enough to get to my eventual night lodging, where I met
the most beautiful and smart girl in Iceland, and her mother,
and two... but that's another story, and should rhymed.

Visa are kind of rimour.  I brought a book in Icelandic, highly
recommended in Reykjavik of these things from 1400 AD on.  Victoria
K. has it -- we're gonna translate.   Just you White, Mr. Higgins.

				-- Marek
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  1 Clickable geomap   Magical Mystery Tour   last add   Kristie's postcard
  2 HalinaFAQ (now also po polsku)  Halina Poswiatowska Translation Project
  3 A Small Garlic Press (ASGP)  A 501c3 Nonprofit Corp  $2/chapbook poetry