Art Heist, Repeat

Our letters included our idiosyncratic markings and sentence structure.  We can both glance at a page and tell whether or not it is the original, like we might if we were trying to identify a painting.    A maker's mark?   A wobble of a brush stroke?  Which factory did this come from?  Created by the artist's studio or the master himself?

If your original writing is shared using your academic e-mail address, would the university be owed profit off of the selling of it, if it is thieved?

Let's bring Canada into this conversation.

In the Van Gough episode the writer cleverly combines characters.

A French-Canadian, real-life, former friend of mine, from the Gainesville era, is combined with his arch-nemesis, the postcard salesman.  The original story is, of course, a humorous autobiographical tale of a professionally trained academic writer.

The thieving of my writing and that of several folks one-degree of separation from me might just be part of the greatest art heist of the past quarter of a century.  Unbeknownst to us, we became slaves of the film and television industry.

Every single student who was in an English class with me in Mississippi public schools from grade 7 on should have the skill to be a professional writer.  Writing is subjective, as all art forms are, but once something is thieved it is automatically given worth.

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