Few days back, Supa got that bomb-ass magical nudge to write down some words she felt would eventually weave its way into a poem.. (my new material is coming right along ya'll! Yay!!). Though after re-reading the first few lines, she discoverd the general inflection and cadence seemed strangely familiar...and then she realized: Supa had just read a similiar piece a few months back...
Supa begin to ponder: (a) Would I have written the same piece the exact same way, even if I hadn't read something similar? and, (b) If not - does that make my shit any less original?
There is a phenomenon called cryptomnesia (shit sounds scary!), or "concealed recollection." The cat at Start Snitching (check him out) hipped me to it, and also posed the questions:
Can you be so impressed upon by art that it just becomes a part of your collective consciousness? Can you have the same exact idea as someone else? Is there such thing as accidental plagiarism?
Check out what happened to this chick:
author Kaavya Viswanathan.
Her manuscript "How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got A Life" (love that title, btw) and her sixfig book deal were droppped on claims she blatantly ganked from not just one, but three other already published books: The Princess Diaries, Sloppy Firsts, and Second Helpings.
For all you artists and fellow-word slangers out there: What do you think about the unconscious ability for other creative works (either read or seen in the past) to affect your work??
Here's a definition of plagiarism: To steal and pass off (the ideas or words of another) as one's own : use (a created production) without crediting the source vi: to commit literary theft: present as new and original an idea or product derived from an existing source.
So: Plagiarism vs. Cryptomnesia? Who's to say?
PS - Supa thinks Jimmy "Gangsta White Boy" Frey is still a fuckhead.