I’ve recently been doing some freelance writing for a company that represents a number of travel, sport, and how-to websites. The writing assignments are usually quite short, usually taking no more than an hour to complete, and pay somewhere between $15 and $30 per assignment. To choose an assignment I simply log on to the company’s website and choose from a large database of assignments. The assignments have titles such as “Restaurants in Old Quebec”, “How to Install a Muffler”, and “Correct Your Slice”. With most of thse assignments, as I’m guessing it is for most contributing writers, I have little to no previous knowledge of the subject matter. This makes the company’s often-cited disclaimer, DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, intriguing. It is intriguing because the company insists on the writer visiting websites to generate content for the article. Of course, what is implicit in the company’s disclaimer is that you don’t take words from other sources and put them in your article without citing them. But still, if I am just paraphrazing what someone else has written, is this not the same as plagiarism?
I recently read a fascinating article by Jonathan Lethem in Harper’s Magazine entitled “The Ecstasy of Influence: A Plagiarism”. In the article, he abdicates completely original thought and advocates for the sharing of stories, passages, writings for the greater good of the written word. Here is an excerpt from that article:
“Literature has been in a plundered, fragmentary state for a long time. When I was thirteen I purchased an anthology of Beat writing. Immediately, and to my very great excitement, I discovered one William S. Burroughs, author of something called Naked Lunch, excerpted there in all its coruscating brilliance. Burroughs was then as radical a literary man as the world had to offer. Nothing, in all my experience of literature since, has ever had as strong an effect on my sense of the sheer possibilities of writing. Later, attempting to understand this impact, I discovered that Burroughs had incorporated snippets of other writers’ texts into his work, an action I knew my teachers would have called plagiarism. Some of these borrowings had been lifted from American science fiction of the Forties and Fifties, adding a secondary shock of recognition for me. By then I knew that this “cut-up method,” as Burroughs called it, was central to whatever he thought he was doing, and that he quite literally believed it to be akin to magic. When he wrote about his process, the hairs on my neck stood up, so palpable was the excitement. Burroughs was interrogating the universe with scissors and a paste pot, and the least imitative of authors was no plagiarist at all.”
My point is not to compare myself to William Burroughs, but to instead question the idea of plagiarism. It seems that all of those teachers who warned us against plagiarism have essentially forgotten that words are not derived from some innate and private place inside of us. Words are a shared phenomena that should be used by others to ignite ideas and other written words. They should not be kept inside a locked box to claim royalty cheque after royalty cheque.
I am not suggesting that we steal the words of others for our own uses. I am suggesting that we use the words of others to stimulate and organize our own work, and in using the words of others in our own way create something ”akin to magic.”
