- published: 22 Jan 2013
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Plagiarism is defined in dictionaries as the "wrongful appropriation," "close imitation," or "purloining and publication" of another author's "language, thoughts, ideas, or expressions," and the representation of them as one's own original work, but the notion remains problematic with nebulous boundaries. The modern concept of plagiarism as immoral and originality as an ideal emerged in Europe only in the 18th century, particularly with the Romantic movement, while in the previous centuries authors and artists were encouraged to "copy the masters as closely as possible" and avoid "unnecessary invention."
The 18th century new morals have been institutionalized and enforced prominently in the sectors of academia and journalism, where plagiarism is now considered academic dishonesty and a breach of journalistic ethics, subject to sanctions like expulsion and other severe career damage. Not so in the arts, which not only have resisted in their long-established tradition of copying as a fundamental practice of the creative process, but with the boom of the modernist and postmodern movements in the 20th century, this practice has been heightened as the central and representative artistic device. Plagiarism remains tolerated by 21st century artists.
No, No use in lecturing them, or in threatening them,
they will just say ' who are you'
Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot is predictible
not new. But you're still stunned at the things you will do.
No, No use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes
on a call to God knows who
When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain
when no person looks at you. So just be gracious and wait
in the queue.
chorus:
So when do I get to sing 'my way'
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt
When do I get to sing 'my way' in heaven or hell
So when do I get to do it 'my way'
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt
When do I get to sing 'my way' in heaven or hell
Yes, It's a tradition they say, like a bright christmas day
and traditions must go on.
And though I say yes I see, no I really don't see
is my smiley face still on?
Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn
CHORUS
They'll introduce me, Hello, Hello
Women seduce me and champagne flows
Then the lights go low, there's only one song I know
There, this home which once was serene, now is home to
the screams and to the flying plates and shoes.
But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years,
not a moment I could choose, and not one offer that I
could refuse
CHORUS