I'd spent way more years worrying about how to look like a poet -- buying black clothes, smearing on scarlet lipstick, languidly draping myself over thrift-store furniture -- than I had learning how to assemble words in some discernible order.

Mary Karr
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The poet, Sylvia Plath, was saying that she spent years worrying about how to look like a poet than she spent reading poetry. She did not spend more time on the things that would make her a better poet than she spent on the things that would help her get noticed by other poets, which in turn would make her a better poet. She was wasting her time on things that were not important to who she was as a poet.

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