A creative class had an experiment.
Half would be graded on quantity:
All that mattered was the number
Produced. Half would be graded on
Quality: how perfect a single poem.
The quality people did little,
Having spent their time theoretically,
Questioning what is perfection.
But the quantity people sat and wrote,
And produced, in the end, stellar stuff.
Happily for me, I naturally settled on
Quantity. And I can hope that
Quality might follow.
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