Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

Meaning of the quote

This quote means that writing that no one gets to read is really frustrating and unpleasant. Sylvia Plath, an American poet, is saying that having a lot of writing that you've worked hard on but haven't shared with anyone feels like a waste and isn't very satisfying. The quote uses the word "stinks" to show how bad it can feel when your writing isn't published or shared.

About Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath was an acclaimed American poet, novelist, and short story writer. She is known for her pioneering work in confessional poetry and her acclaimed works like The Colossus, Ariel, and The Bell Jar. Plath had a tumultuous personal life, struggling with clinical depression and tragically taking her own life in 1963 at the age of 30.

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