plagiarize my conviction
I struggle through the mind-map
of issues. Once quite certain what the
nature of my life might be, now I know.
Uncertainty is straight ahead on the path now traveled. I struggle to catch up and face myself. Finally after so many years I realize what kind
of person I am. Difficult in the
simplest way to express all of this, and so it is I think to plagiarizes the
self-made picture of myself, and make some changes. But then I think, plagiarize only happens
when we copy other's idea or writing.
So I think, the copy machine is
dead. We snap a web page on the internet with our smart-phone,
and have an instant copy of another
person’s material. Read and then
rearrange it in our mind, and reassemble.
Can’t imagine the ramifications of such things. Big trouble, or no trouble at all. Click.
Click. And who is to say what
kind of person I am, when fractured down the middle, becomes a well-rehearsed:
“Stuck on the center-line, waiting to be hit.”
Unravels the mystery of it all,
waiting for demise based on something that appears in a blog. It happens.
Depends on what state you are in, and if you have something others might
want. “Sue Him.” She said.
And that states the issues of my existence in thumb-nail summary
form. Condense it down and go straight
for the jugular vein. Instant death or a
lot of bleeding, and pleading for mercy.
In the end, I resign and accept my fate.
Plagiarize one’s convictions and
live or die with the change that occurs, as we mature and give more weight to
the consequences of a simple act: blogging.
Day in and month after month,
passes quickly to many years of writing a daily or weekly essay. Not the same as sitting down with a friend
over tea, and listening, conversing and learning from such interaction. Blog and comment, is different as we know
from instant messaging. Chat is phone or
texting and is sharing. Comment reading
after a blog is written, and we find out what they think. We can respond, but then again, we might
not.
Copy-cat society and when and
where do we find the original? Comment
but then it seems on the other end, is a refusal to talk about the issues or
details that really matter.
One-sided. Self-centered and out
in traffic, waiting to get hit.
There was a time when it was
novel. Cut and Paste and easy to get the
words out in front of me, for inspection.
Mine for the taking, as long as I keep it to myself. Not an academic effort and I had no conscious
sense of the consequences of my actions.
Blog. Cut and Paste and then
decide, can I improve on this, or just let it be. Not sure if adding a picture changes the
words I see. In the end, it is a race to
the center line. Once there, not sure how
long one can maintain the position.
Forces on both side rush by.
Movement in all direction, yet for your own survival, must remain
perfectly still. Let others decide your
fate. You made it this far. You posted the blog. Was it original and won’t be challenged as it
stands, or does any of that really matter.
Comment and in public space, the rest is out of your immediate
control. Or so it seems.
Out of Control. Jelly Roll.
And I just eat it, and then complain when I get fat. Is a decision based on past habits. Roll with the Punch and too much sugar, no
matter how you figure it. Out of shape
and makes havoc with the disciplined side of me. To be safe and to get out of the traffic
buzzing around us, do we need to cheat or as they say, “ invest in a hedge
fund.” And put our trust in market
forces and money and the gold standard.
Seeking an easy way out, and he finds a busy New York Avenue, centers
himself and watches as the yellow metal gets so close, he holds his
breath. “ One false move and it is over.
“ Something he heard from a Viet Nam
Veteran. Declining standards make
getting hit easier when standing on The Center Line in a stream of
traffic. New dangers come with AI and self-driven
cars and bus and truck.
Innocent thing to do in the 1960’s. “Go stand in the corner. Time Out.” And over the years all that became, Center
Line Existence and too much information available and easy to reconstruct. Somethings perhaps we need to avoid like the
plague, and copy-cat like maneuvers will end up inside the detection machine,
and there will be consequences. There
are varying types of plagiarism and one might need to be a scholar to discern what
is and what is not. Too much effort and
not enough time, out in the real world, so we cut and paste and forget to give
credit to the genius that came up with this in the first place. Dishonesty and it seems to be all around
me. Off-the-shelf and ready to go, is
how I find myself these days. Have
ambition but older now, so am brushed aside by the constant force of speeding
objects, passing by.
Is difficult in modern times to
determine, when to go and where to stay.
Don’t go there, has taken over my mind.
Have lost control and uncertainty at best is a hot cup of coffee on a
cold winter’s day, and am not sure how much room to leave in the cup, for sugar
and cream. “Be sweet.” She said.
Mainstream consciousness, and with a spoon to stir things up, is an
immediate way to express displeasure.
Not simple like I want it to be.
Language and its being abbreviated now.
TBD. LOL. WTF.
Need an essential guide to basic understanding, and a strong instinct
when to heed the warning: “Don’t Go
There.”
Almost done with today’s minor
topic and concern. What to avoid. The Plague.
What not to do: Plagiarize. Where to not stand: The Center Line in Mainstream downtown
traffic. And that’s it. Plagiarize my convictions, hold your breath and take one step in any
direction, and decide one way or another,
what is important now. The
original or the copy-cat version in a sea of change, which will I present as my
signature move when uncertainty leaves me short of breath and I have but one
more card to play: All In.
