Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Online Plagiarism

The poet mentioned in this post finally contacted me to say that she stands by her work, that poetry posted on Myspace or Facebook isn't "published work" and that her poem was published online in draft form when was still in the midst of the "creative process", and that I should be ashamed of myself for putting her poem in this post without crediting it. I disagree, for obvious reasons.

What I have done is simply added some screen shots of the work as it appeared on my Facebook page and her Myspace page, along with the snippets that appeared in both works. Fair warning, I am now naming someone here in this post and I won't blame anyone for not scrolling through if you're not comfortable with that. She also removed the poem from her Myspace page. I stand by the contention that she stole work from me.


I sigh as I write this, because I really wish I didn't have to do it. I wish I felt comfortable just ignoring recent events and going about my merry way.

The thing is, online communities, especially online communities like the Diabetes Community are based in trust. We pour our hearts and souls into blog posts, essays, stories and poetry and we put those pieces out their for the world to see. I don't expect that I can trust anyone outside of the community to not steal the work that's presented, but I feel like within the walls of the community, I shouldn't have to wonder if something I've written is going to end up showing up in someone else's work.

I tried to contact the person I address below by email, with no response. We had had a bit of a falling out earlier this year over another matter, but I basically just asked for an explanation (maybe I had missed something?). I also reached out (without naming any names) on Facebook for advice, and I got two private responses from other community member who'd shared similar experiences or had similar concerns with the same blogger. It was those community members' shared experiences that actually signaled for me that this is of real concern to our community as a whole.

So, I write this with a heavy heart - but also with a message that if you're writing online, you must understand that trust is sometimes violated and you must (unfortunately) keep an eye out for your own writing and the writing of others in the community.

Recently, it was pointed out to me that a fellow diabetes logger had "lifted" some lines from a poem I'd posted on Facebook awhile back (in May 2009). In August 2009, this blogger posted a poem on another site (Myspace) that contained full lines of what I'd written - in a piece with an essence completely different from my poem.

Screenshots:

Of my poem - dated May 2009:



Of Amylia Grace's poem - dated August 2009:






Snippets lifted from my poem:

Untitled - by Nicole Purcell (April 3, 2009)


She opens the door

Quiet heart aching

And their (her?) house

Breathes out
His smell


She thinks she hears him
Say her name

Again

She knows better
Than to imagine that way




****



Snippets as they appeared in Amylia Grace's poem on August 21, 2009

She
opens the front door, heart
still crowded with longing as
the house breaths out his smell.



to think she hears him
say her name again, soft like grass swishing
at water’s edge. She knows better than to imagine.
that way.

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Blogging Again...

So, if anyone is still out there... I've been doing a ton of blogging lately at dlife. Check out if you like:

On being really low.

On the Language of the Broken.

On Being an Athlete.

Check them out, and many others if you like.

:)

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Life Goes On....


So, life goes on. And so do I. I'm actually, in general, very very happy.

Dealing with idiots aside, things couldn't be better.

But those idiots rear their ugly heads all too regularly.

Anyone have one of those whack-a-mole hammers?

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Getting Back On Track

Sometimes, you get derailed - what counts is how you get back on track, right?

Hoping you'll check out my new post on dlife.

It's about just that - getting back on track!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Gifts....

Hope you'll cruise on over to Blogabetes today - for a post about gifts...

That post leads to a recording of an essay I wrote for Rhode Island Public Radio's This I Believe program.

It'll air tomorrow at 6:35 and 8:35 am and at 5:45 pm - on 102.7 FM in Southern Rhode Island and 1290 AM in Providence and online, streaming live at www.wrni.org. If you can't listen live, please visit the This I Believe page to hear the essay!

Happy Holidays - much love to you all.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Favor from the OC (Did you hear that echo???)

I know it's been quiet around here of late!

But, I'm still alive.... :)

And I'm hoping that you might do me a favor... And maybe yourself too!

My boyfriend's band is in a battle of the bands competition. They could win a trip to Las Vegas for a gig. And guess what? Just by voting, you get a chance to win a trip as well.

The band name is The Gobshites. Though the thing is, the contest makers have dubbed them The Gobsh1tes. Apparently, the name of the band didn't sit well with them!

So if you go here

Register - it takes two seconds.

And then vote for The Gobsh1tes. If you do it, I'll be for-ever and ever and ever grateful!!!!

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Sooo....

It's been awhile. Life seems to change every day. Ever feel like the definition of home isn't actually set until you're back to where you started from? (And I mean "started from" literally) Well, that's kinda where I'm at.

My heart is all swirly, twittery, achy.

My head is filled with dreams - both fulfilled and yet to be. Filled with certainty and uncertainty. Filled with laughter and tears and so many other things.

My body is being less than cooperative, as is usually the case when my heart is twirling and my head is filled.

But I'm here - and I'm alive - and I'm working and playing and writing and loving.

And that last seems to matter most.

Hope all is well for you. Stay tuned for more here and at Blogabetes very, very soon.

I promise.