No Thanks is a 1935 collection of poetry by E. E. Cummings. Cummings is also often referred to as e.e. cummings due to his creative use of orthography in some of his work, and his perceived bias for the lowercase form of his name. He self-published the collection with the help of his mother and dedicated it to the fourteen publishing houses who turned the collection down. The book is unconventionally bound not on the left but rather the top, like a stenographer's pad. This was his most difficult collection of poems to publish.
Many friends of mine have used it or any other of various POD sites to get their manuscripts out in perfect bound form—as such we don't have to ask our mothers to spot us $300, the sum his is reported to have given in order to enable his self-publication. We also don't need to indulge in the perhaps somewhat peevish bitterness Cummings did (however justifiable) in this case or in others, as was one of the centers of attraction to his work when we were young.
We being brand new, we have other things to be peevishly bitter about if we choose that path; but being older, it becomes less appealing. Meanwhile, as the Master stated, youth keeps right on
gr
owing old.