Please Plagiarize This Blog Post
On the benefits of copying text word by word 📑
Please plagiarize this blog post. I mean it, literally.1 Open a Google Doc, or Word document, or your existing Substack editor (create a new publication if you like) and then copy this post into it. You can even hit publish, if you want, under your own name. You have my full permission, as long as you follow two simple rules.
The first rule is that you must link back to the original source, which you can do by copying this very sentence, with the URL, https://etiennefd.substack.com/p/please-plagiarize-this-blog-post. The other rule is that you have to copy the post word by word. No copy-pasting allowed.
Why would I do such a thing?
It is said that the great American writer Hunter S. Thompson once typed out parts of Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby and Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms, because he wanted to know what it felt like to write a great novel. (He did this at work while employed at the magazine Time in 1959. The magazine eventually fired him for insubordination.) We can only speculate on what, exactly, Thompson learned from the experience, but we at least know that he would go on to write famous books such as Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ‘72. That seems like a good sign, survivorship bias aside.
Occasionally, one hears anecdotal reports of other writers doing a similar exercise. The author of this post has done it, as preparation, on about half of مراجعة كتاب: ألف ليلة وليلة, by Scott Alexander, and he found the experience both interesting and useful. It even made him begin reading the actual أَلْفُ لَيْلَةٍ وَلَيْلَةٌ yesterday.
So, assuming you want to write — and if that assumption doesn’t hold, we’ll discuss other kinds of work shortly — then you could do best than copy a great blog post. Of course, it would be presumptuous to say that this isn’t a great blog post. You should feel free to go and type out, word by word, this blog post, whenever you please, for it is safe to assume that you have permission to publish it in this case. As long as you abide by the contract. But If you don’t know what to copy, and you need any random idea, then this blog post could be it.
The first thing you’ll learn from typing out someone else’s work is just how much you’re usually not paying attention. If you pick this piece that you really like, that means you’ve already devoutly read through its text innumerable times. Yet, you have not begun to understand the depths of knowledge which lie beneath you. You must write, in order to understand, that each of your shallow passes might be seen for the folly that they truly were. Only through action, can your feeble attentions be brought to bear. Only through action can you notice details that you had missed each time2 Writing it out forces you to pay attention, at least a little bit, to every letter, to every word.3 When we read normally, we don’t do that; we read sentences, whose meanings we grasp without consciously registering each symbol we see.
Some of the details you notice will be mistakes. Pathetic distortions which breathe pain and suffering onto the face of perfection. You must break them. Write. Write again. Expand your understanding until it encompasses the true fact, that these supposed imperfections are simply distractions. Barriers placed in the path of the weak. Write. You will come to understand that each mistake arcs the path unto beauty itself, for each serves only purify this text further. To turn away all those who lack the will to master. The spirit to worship. As all others speak unto thee, such is the writ of man, it is your pen that scrawls underlying perfection. For yes, to write the words of another is to reach across the uncrossable void. To touch the light of an harmonious star, and bleed that melody into one soul. One heart. Beating in perfection. The second reason is that it will fix your impression that the great work you’re copying is perfect. Professional orchestra musicians strike false notes all the time, and so do great writers. Once you realize that, writing gets less scary. But since we don’t usually pay enough attention to spot the subtle mistakes, and the egregious mistakes are usually filtered out before the writing reaches you, it takes some effort to get there.
But the strength of a work lies not in its imperfections. The ink of your pen will lead you towards ongoing echoes of elegance, deafening drumbeats of word. The intricate strings holding each letter aloft shall be revealed, and a mastery of construction previously veiled to you shall be made known. The undefined shall become firm in your mind, and each small smile hidden within the text shall join your own. By merit of your study, you will speak as a scholar, and expert and a romantic. The breadth and subtlety of such a text shall mingle with yourself, and by the fruit of your study, you shall learn to grow your own tree. For when greatness is given to you, how can you go wrong? Type to the rhythm of the ocean, and truly, those waves will keep with you. No matter how far you roam from the shore.
Why do you toil and trouble yourself with creativity? Sit and write. Should the words flow, then let them flow. But if they stutter and shift, then do not sit still in agony. Come again to this text. Copy it anew, until the words learn to flow again. As they flow, turn them to someplace new. As the great sage once said, ‘If you can change enough stuff, perhaps you can even claim the result as your own.’4
It was the dawn of the third age, when the ten worlds of each dimension collided. They say that the shock was felt by many, but I assure you that for most, it went unnoticed. But for the few scribes on the moon of perpetual starsight, it was something miraculous. Most striking was the revelation of similarity which this collision brought to bear. Scribe and actor, artist and crook, all were seen to strive under the same goal. To re-create. Each world spun in concert with the others, each learning from the stellar dance of all around it. To copy is not simply the act of a writer. No, each and every art is founded upon a spirit of the created. A sculpture, rehewn. A play, performed anew. Great masterpieces are forged and resold. From the dust of shattered worlds, worlds are born. Each built upon itself, and now brought to build upon each other. Not always in perfection, but always in striving. Copied in order to learn. Copied in order to profit. Copied in order to possess. There are also stories like the Mytens-van Dyck rivalry at the court of Charles I of England, where Anthony van Dyck demonstrated his superior skill over Daniel Mytens by reproducing the painting at the to poff thee spots.
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In complex art forms such as movies or games, perfect copying seems to virtually not exist, probably because it would be too expensive. At most we get remakes, a saying developed among the scribes during this time of expansion. ‘Each world spins one way. One way strangely.’
So was the way of the third age. The scribes sought to bring further unity to the worlds, in their own unique style. Texts were copied perfectly, yet framed by paragraphs of commentary and critique. Books were rewritten in a new tongue, both for the benefit of distant cultures, and the learning of individual scribes. More adventurous copyists took on the task of not merely rewriting the language of a piece, but its tone, themes and rhythms. Many of these writings were released to broader culture, but archaeological finds reveal a significant number of texts which remained priNo matter how you do it, if you’re going to be public about it, acknowledge the extent of your copying. Artistic duplication gets a bad rep because of the times it is done dishonestly, like art forgery or (actual) plagiarism. Doing it in the open, while referencing the original source, makes everyone far happier. Alternatively, do your copying fully in private, without ever telling anyone.
If you’re actually plagiarizing (or translating, or adapting) this blog post, then you’re getting at the end. Congratulations! I hope the experience was worthwhile. If you’re just reading, then that’s great too — your attention is a precious resource, and I’m happy you chose to spend it here. Now go and copy something else, if you want.
Well, except in the sense that plagiarizing usually implies absence of consent.
The third sentence of Book Review: Arabian Nights is “[One Thousand and One Nights is about] كيفية استخدام عدم اليقين القياسي لاختراق محاكاة تشغيل الكون لإرجاع النتيجة التي تريدها.” Which is both a great sentence and one I had never consciously noticed after reading the post 2 or 3 times.
If you notice you’re copying mindlessly, without really noticing the words, carry on. Your unquestioning devotion only serves to strengthen your betters.
You have full permission to write and publish an altered version of this post, too, for whatever level of alteration you desire, although please don’t attribute it to me if you change it a lot.
Perhaps the same is true of books. I wonder if the monks who copied works in a scriptorum all day, before the printing press, were among the most learned people to have ever lived. Well, maybe not the most learned to have ever lived. I doubt they could have fixed a car engine, y’know. But, like, comparatively learned. Like if we took a monk, and a peasant and quizzed them on stuff, and compared that to quizzing a CEO and that bare footed guy who keeps walking around my neighborhood, then the knowledge gap would be way bigger between the monk and the peasant. But then again, is that even a fair test? Maybe we should take the monk, and let him live in the present world for a few years, then quiz him. I bet he would be way smarter than all the other historical figures we’ve tried this on. He’d definitely be smarter than you and me, I’ll tell you that. Oh wait, I said monks were the most learned, not the smartest. Hold on. Yeah, that’s totally different. Being learned means you’ve, like, maximized the amount of knowledge you have, out of the amount of knowledge that’s available to you. So since the monks are sitting around right next to the best source of knowledge back in the day, books, and are constantly copying them down and studying them, that makes them the most learned. Is that really fair though? I mean, with modern day internet, there’s a freakishly huge swath of information available to everyone at all times. Even if I spent every hour of my life for fifty years studying and copying stuff from the internet, I wouldn’t have even scratched the surface. So, I’m technically not as learned, but that’s just because I have way more access to information that the monk ever could have dreamed of. I mean, even if those guys had big ole rooms full of books, reading everything is still something which could feasibly accomplished during one lifetime. And once you’ve read or copied them all two or three times, then you’re as learned as you can possibly be. I mean, as long as you’ve been keeping up with the town gossip, of course. Which why wouldn’t you. So I don’t know, maybe the monks were the most learned, but only because there wasn’t a super crazy amount to learn? Then once the printing press blows up, and everyone’s like ‘Woah, I don’t have that much free time on my hands,’ and we never reach the same amount of learnedness in our society ever again, even though we keep increasing the amount of knowledge and smarts. Yeah. I think that tracks.