Spooky Violins: On Discovering Another Poet’s Plagiarism
Electric Literature
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Life is messy and it’s often hard to know what to do or what to feel about what was done. It’s always complicated and I’ve no doubt you will return to thinking about it over and over again, teasing out lint-like truths while never sussing out the whole pattern. You can never truly know and that is both the attraction and the frustration, isn’t it?

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