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from Smashing Time (revised)

on the third day I walked again to the rynek of Rybnik and met a girl who told me to come to the electricity plant and I asked her about poetry and she said Milosz and I said I know and she said that was all she knew plus someone named Szymborska and I said I know but I wanted the underground and she said she could show me the electricity by the lake and I could take a bike or bus and meet her brother who spoke English and all this more or less took two or three hours of hand gestures in the rynek of Rybnik

on the fourth day I rolled up my sleeves and went into the rynek of Rybnik and combed the place and ate at an Egyptian chain shop called Spinx and they gave me little bits of meat with three different sauces: hot, garlic, and another one I can’t remember and I went again to the discotech which was down down down in the basement in the underground like most Polish pubs and clubs and I saw all the flowers and some statues and I pulled out my camera in the rynek of Rybnik where they minted their own money for the summer and everything seemed named after bugs like Biedronka or amphibians like Zabka and my guidebook to pronunciation didn’t help an iota and I met a 19 year old who gave me her father’s jumper and I felt like her father but ate her dinner and she told me of her modeling ways as we wandered the rynek of Rybnik after 2am in the fog

on the fifth day I did nothing but sweep the room and plan how I could say slices in Polish and count to ten and count change but on the fifth night I returned again to the rynek of Rybnik and drank drinks and looked at the beautiful peeps gathered in groups to drink and behold there we did dance again in the rynek of Rybnik

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