This post comes from the Huffington Post written by Iain S. Thomas. In recognition of National Poetry Month, it’s a great reminder of the need to recognize the creators of art, whether they choose to give their work away for free or sell it.
The best way to start this story is in my car in the middle of a heatwave, while my very pregnant wife and I look for a new house because we have a very real concern that we’re about to get kicked out of the place we’re currently renting. My air conditioner has a leaf or something stuck in it so depending on how low or high you turn it, it either makes a low creaking noise or a high frequency whine. The only way to get rid of it is to turn it off, which isn’t an option. After about six or seven hours, we discover that every house we look at is either out of our price range or not something we’d actually want to move into. We go home and have dinner. In the middle of dinner, I get a message telling me that, to paraphrase, “LeAnn Rimes has plagarised one of your poems on Instagram.”
It’s been a long day and I have a strong suspicion I know exactly which poem it is before I even check. Back in 2007, I wrote a poem entitled The Fur on my blog, that reads:
“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”
Since then, it’s somehow made its way across the world and been tattooed and read at weddings and funerals and spray painted on freeway overpasses.
… continued: read full article here