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"The past, when it was sick right down / to its roses, obsessively checked the mail." or "The rape joke is that for the next five years all you did was write / and never about yourself, about anything else, about apples on the / trees, about islands, dead poets and the worms that aerated them, / and there was no warm body in what you wrote, it was elsewhere. // The rape joke is that this is finally artless."