Thirteen Thoughts on Plagiarism

(with apologies, pleadingly offered, to Wallace Stevens)

I
In eight pages of writing,
The only original thing
Was the name of the student.

II
I was really disappointed:
Like the students
Will be when they get their grades.

III
Rushing to meet deadlines, students copy:
A small sacrifice when playing the academic game.

IV
An assignment and effort
Are one.
The assignment and effort and a student
Should be one.

V
I do not know which more to hate:
The desperation of silly excuses
Or intellectual deceit,
The student despairing
Or its result.

VI
Red filled the long margins
With frustrated scrawls.
The student's unacknowledged
Borrowings shadowed the page.
My mood,
Darkened by these shadows,
Tracked unsolvable riddles.

VII
O Gate-keeping White Men
Why do you insist on straight 'A's
Before allowing students the
Careers of a careered society,
Tempting them to cheat?

VIII
I respect decent attempts and
When I see them, I richly reward;
But I know, too,
That students get others
To write papers for them.

IX
When a student sniffles in my sight,
Then screams "Unfair!"
The irony is palpable.

X
What is it called when students
Try to turn in work previously turned in?
My attempts at generosity
Are confounded by stupidity.

XI
"I sent it over the internet!
Last Saturday - you haven't received it?"
Once, e-mail actually worked.
Now, magic filters surely do
Detect and erase assignments
Sent by students!

XII
The semester has ended.
Some students must have failed.

XIII
With citations, it's called "Research".
With poetry it's called "Parody".
And it's all entirely inconsequential
For the student who
Just wants that damn degree.

Spicing the Grail

Here's a project that I've been working on. It's supposed to be the beginnings of a hypertext edition of a poem. The poem is by Jack Spicer. Jack Spicer was a real person. Jack Spicer was a poet. He wrote many influential poems. He was associated with the San Francisco Renaissance. He believed that poetry is dictated. He took dictation from Martians.

The poem is called "The Holy Grail". Spicer wrote it from 1961 to 1962. It was published in 1964. First editions are rare. There is a "pirate" edition in the Columbia Rare Manuscript Library. How does a "pirated" edition find its way into the Rare Book collection of a venerable academic institution? The word "venerable" reminds me of The Name of the Rose. It reminds me of "Venerable Jorge". Another pirated edition, another work.

I am only slightly embarrassed that my interest in this coincides with Tom Hanks and bad hair. But there are many grails. It is a poem in seven "books". Each book has seven parts. Spicer called this a "serial" poem.

The point of this edition are the annotations. There are many references in the poem to Arthurian legend. I tried to track down these references. I annotate non-traditionally. I used a code that enables "one-to-many" links. It is quite novel. Suat, a frequent tagger on right, helped with making the code work properly. Many thanks, Suat.

At this point, only the first two "books" are annotated. There is much to be done. But you can read through the whole poem if you like. The best browser to use to view these pages is Firefox. They work fine with Netscape as well. You will run into problems if you use Internet Explorer.

Spicing the Grail

Man Gave Names to All the Animals

As the school term winds down here and a flurry of final papers that need to be graded descends upon me, I've noticed that the most creative bit of writing that I'll ever see from my students doesn't really occur in the essay proper. Instead, it's tucked away, in the top left-hand corner of every paper, right after the heading "Instructor: ..."

I've been named a good many things in these past two years. The obvious mispellings still occur even after I've been with a class for the entire semester. The most common are the relatively basic additions or changes that remind the teacher that he's got his own name spelt wrongly and that there is a better way to spell it. To these students, I'm either "Gari Lim" or "Garry Lim", depending on their dislike for "y"s or penchant for "r"s. Then, there are the students who refuse to believe that my name is indeed a two-syllable word and insist on transforming it into a comment on my personality or outlook on life. To them, I'm "Gray Lim". Others decide that I'm really quite a jolly chap. Either that or they insist taking our class discussions about sexual identity one step further by calling my declared heterosexuality into question and labelling me "Gay Lim". Just last week, one student insisted that "Gary" was much too common for her tastes and opted for a version that put me right in the middle of the 18th century, parasols and a Jane Austen novel: "Garrick Lim".

My last name has come under assault as well. Some students, probably after a nasty case of food poisoning in Chinatown or an unpleasant run-in with Canal street touts, rather not have a Chinese teacher teach them English. To them, I'm Korean and "Gary Kim". The most subtle substitution so far has been a powerful indictment of the meaningless and arbitrary conventions with which we phoneticize Mandarin names with the latin alphabet: "Gary Lym".

And today, I received a paper that just took the cake. I haven't really worked out what this student was thinking, but hey, I'm open to suggestions:

On Power

If power lacke on any syde on that syde is no power, but no power is wretchydnesse. For al be it so the power of emperours or kynges or els of their realmes (whiche is the power of the prince) stretchen wyde and brode, yet besydes is ther mokel folke of whiche he hath no commaundement ne lordshyppe; and there as lacketh his power his nonpower entreth, whereunder springeth that maketh hem wretches. No power is wretchydnesse and nothing els. But in this maner hath kynges more porcion of wretchydnesse than of power. Trewly, suche powers ben unmighty, for ever they ben in drede howe thilke power from lesyng may be keped of sorow; so drede sorily prickes ever in their hertes: litel is the power whiche careth and ferdeth it selfe to mayntayne. Unmighty is that wretchydnesse whiche is entred by the ferdful wenynge of the wretche himselfe, and knot ymaked by wretchydnesse is betwene wretches; and wretches al thyng bewaylen. Wherfore the knot shulde be bewayled, and there is no suche parfyte blysse that we supposed at the gynnyng. Ergo, power in nothyng shulde cause suche knottes. Wretchydnesse is a kyndely propertie in suche power as by way of drede whiche they mowe not eschewe ne by no way lyve in sykernesse. For thou woste wel," quod she, "he is nought mighty that wolde done that he may not done ne perfourme."

-- Thomas Usk, The Testament of Love Book 2 Chapter VII

Promptly ...

Promptly at nine, start the section

He tried to steal my pen
Lehman? My High school
Was up in the Bronx
"Walton High?"

Thick stubby nails chewed through
I went to Bronx Science
"Bronx Science?!"
Yeah ... Bronx Science

With woolly beard overflowing face
There's a story about that
I was good at
Math still am

"NYC. 2005 Samuel R. Delany"
Took the special exams
And got in -- Math
I'm good at not Science

"And the name's ... Gary?"
After four years
I was still a
Sophomore

"And Carnivals ... I'll read some"
Wasn't structured enough
Skipped out too
Many classes

"Is Atlantis ... that and Of Plagues ..."
So I dropped out took
The GED
And had a baby

"My only experimental work ..."
I'm going to major in
Accounting -- I'm
Good at Math

Promoting Explicit Political Views

Read this most strange report on Channel News Asia:

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about the prohibition of PROMOTING political views: "Dr Balaji added that individual bloggers can discuss politics, but have to register with the Media Development Agency if they persistently promote political views."

The complete failure (refusal or inability?) to recognize the multiple ironies inherent in presenting an overtly ideological position as non-political "policy", once again has me in wondering about who lives in an alternate reality.

For my part -- here's a link to an implicitly impolitic media clip that isn't being promoted on this non-political blog about food production -- here's the Chee Soon Juan "when you hear this, I will be in prison" clip (which of course, is also worth listening to now because he was in and is now out ...) -- must listen -- how often does one get references to Winston Churchill, a strange political-analogical reading of "The Three Little Pigs" (featuring the "Wolf of Despotism"), the "national lie", biblical overtones ("As I sit in prison, I ask for your prayers, but more importantly ...) and of course, much alliteration ("taunts and torments" / "feeble facade"). For stuff like that from the PAP, need to wait for crisis like SARS (check out Ng Eng Hen's strange extended metaphor on the "war" against SARS near the bottom of the page ....) I hope this doesn't sound like I'm mocking a politician here -- afterwards Opposition sue me .... Check it out -- the Man is worth listening to ...

It doesn't often get better than this ...

So now got 6 links to the clip on one page ... does that mean I'm promoting explicitly political views?

Chilli!

It's just a bowl of chilli. With Ms. Tan away, I decided to experiment with making chili. I've always liked the thing -- my first encounters with this strangely named American dish were in the now defunct Wendy's fastfood joint at Far East Plaza. It's yummy food and I order it often enough when I eat out. I know it's really easy to make (otherwise I wouldn't bother) but I must say that doing it yourself gives one a certain kind of pleasure (yes, the knowledge that I can cook to please myself is an added bonus). Anyway -- this was the last bowl from the first batch. I've been eating this stuff since Ms. Tan went for her conference, so I've been at it for three days. Of course, there's always been a slightly obsessive streak with me and trying out stuff; so, I decided to make another batch!

Many options were considered. "Another Pot of Chilli for Three Days?" (the problem with obsessions is that one lives with the consequences ...) "Why not use Short Ribs instead?" "Should I do it with Beer?" (I briefly fondled a bottle of Guiness at the supermarket ...), "Should I do a Vegetarian version?" (I decided against that in the end as Ms. Tan's presence will provide many opporunities for experimentation with vegetables ...) I finally ended up deciding to stick to basically the same combination of ingredients, to see if I could replicate the pleasant effects of the first batch.

But -- the supermarket didn't seem to have nice looking ground beef. The cheap ground beef looked strange (actually this other guy picked it up and his girlfriend scolded him ... so I took my cue from there ...) So I ended up having to do a combo thing -- some chicken and some minced sirloin (more expensive than just regular ground beef). This I seasoned with a liberal sprinkling of just about every spice and seasoning we have in the kitchen ... which we own through the culmulative courtesies of people who have visited ...



More key ingredients: the Beans! I like Black Beans so I decided to stick with them. And just so that I could say that this batch was slightly different from the first one, I got Pinto Beans. They taste like baked beans without Ketchup ... And GOYA is my brand, man. They make a whole range of Latino food staples.

Next, the mandatory onion. Watching lots of FoodNetwork has convinced me that Rachel Ray's Onion Chopping method is the best. She slices it in half, makes vertical incisions, then works her way across the body. I always get the direction wrong ("wah leow, how come the Onion is coming part" ... adjust ... adjust ... "wah leow, now the juice is making me cry ...") BUT this time I was deliberate! (NOT obsessive compulsive obviously -- can't remember the direction to turn the Onion ...) And of course, you need those Jalepeno peppers. I got three good sized ones. They're actually quite hot but don't have the bite of chinese green chillies. I took out the seeds, though -- ripped them out with my thumb -- which probably explains why I'm typing with fingers on slight fire ...


And the whole lot went into the skillet for a good stir fry. This is our power skillet from Singapore -- that we were made to lug all the way here. But it's served us well for two years and even I can't ruin it with my lousy cooking technique. (These pictures were taken after a minor incident of the oil getting too hot and popping out of the pan ... got that under control ... I was aiming for the "smoking" oil stage but I guess there was some water in the skillet ... and the oil decided it would pop instead of smoke ... )
and while that's cooking, in go the beans. Into the crockpot (which we own courtesy of Singaporean earning lots of money living in New York who has no time to cook ...) I have grown MOST attached to this crockpot. It's endured my Beef Stew ("too much tumeric !!! You think this is curry, ah?"), my Orr Bee Bey (stripped down to no longer include Pandan leaves or Gula Melaka ... when I do it now, it JUST has the black glutinous rice ...) And now, it's being put through its paces with chilli making.

Ok -- all proper Chilli chefs got secret ingredient. They have whole competitions and it's a big time thing. For me, I just randomly ran into this little can at the Supermarket and thought that I would give it a try. They worked really well, these Chipotle peppers -- so now I can call them my secret ingredient. They give a nice smokey feel to the Chilli. I cut them up and throw them in, seeds and all. Three are quite enough, very power.




So final combination of everything in the pot, final stir. (Of course I will check this REPEATEDLY, as if it really matters ...) and food for the next three days!

Why I will go through the hassle

of registering to vote as an overseas voter AND cast a vote for the Opposition.

1. Always for the underdog, man.
2. GRCs are silly.
3. Elections in Singapore are a farce, so might as well play along?
4. I don't like casinos.
5. The Opposition Guy I voted for in the last election didn't get enough votes to get his deposit back.
6. I don't like those glossy PAP posters that go up immediately on Nomination Day: they must prepare them in bulk for everyone, whether or not the Constituency is being contested.
7. I disagree with a vision of society that's based on crass materialism.
8. I feel for the marginalized.
9. An effective way of irritating your friends and relatives.
10. I remember Francis Seow and and 1987.

Anyway -- my constituency -- which used to be a Single Member thing has been consumed by the GRC system -- so probably no chance to vote anyway.

Who's Really Damned ?

Greetings Again,

My my, throwing a bit of a tantrum are we? Would you still "probably ... rather not" (what is the impulse of that verbal spacing called hesitation?) even if we interpreted YOUR intentions more clearly than you ever could? Did we "demand"? Strange use of "demand". Almost as if you thought we would "demand", or indeed, perhaps you desire us to "demand". For without some prior knowledge that we would resort to coercion, how does an invitation turn into a "demand"? And thus, we MUST resort to a threat of some form, given the expectation of a "demand". We will supply the "demand". As you probably already know, we have a pretty comprehensive map of your existence on the Nets. We obviously know that you're an avid User of less than legal information sharing networks -- think 'Limewire' and the 'Pirate Bay' -- and that the kind of info we have about you, would be very valuable to certain Agencies and Corporate Empires. One way we fund our projects is, indeed, to demand for "donations" in exchange for our Silence. You DO understand what we're getting at, don't you? Besides, we know you are always open to "Abstract threats".

Tell you what -- we don't like coercion either -- but we have too much on You. At least entertain Us with posts about the Notebook -- if we enjoy them enough, we'll regard this little Cyber-incursion as merely a fortituous meeting. If we think they reek of the rank pedestrian stuff that parades for Blog entries these days, well, we'll just have to report you or make some money off you. Think of it as running to stand still.

Damn Yankees

I can't say that I'm distraught or upset by the intrusiveness of the entries not mine. I am mildly amused -- yes -- that would be the best way to put it. I guess I'm supposed to be flattered as well. But here's the deal -- I probably would rather not be pushed around by your DAMN YANKEE arrogance. In the name of what Freedom, from what position of privilege do you demand? Believe in your pseudo-anarchisms if you must but the coercion you use, if only ever the mode of Fascist living.

A prior recording resorted to BECAUSE of a technological failure (as opposed to this moment of recording -- enabled BY the technological, layered through the Networks, extracted, publicized and socialized in a composition via technè) becomes a moment to remember how an earlier recording was a itself a hinge; a cleavage in being because of racial and social stigmatization. The "little" book speaks volumes: writing consists of marks of difference and resistance.