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I left the bankbecause they wouldn__ deposit my cheque of poems.So I went to the store,but they didn__ acceptmy currency of words.So I boxed all my storiesand took them to charity.But they refused my donation and asked me to give blood instead.I opened the notebooks and made them look, 'What do you think I wrote these in?

How unbearable, for women, is the tenderness which a man can give them without love. For men, how bittersweet this is.

In the world there is, parallel to the force of death and constraint, an enormous force of persuasion that is called culture.