Originality is Slowly Declining.
I am reposting this since my introduceyourself had no picture.
My name is Daniel Córdoba. I live in Miami beach. I was told about steemit by one of my fellow coworkers. A place where you can share your thoughts freely with the human family and make money from doing so.
Here is a piece of my mind my fellow steemians (I had previously referred to you all as steemithians not knowing that the latter was the appropriate rendering....anyways)
We are living in a world where originality is fading away and there is an apathetic attitude towards this matter. I was glad to be informed that plagiarism is not tolerated on steemit.
Look around you....more and more films are being remade, songs....HIT SONGS have reused lyrics and melodies from other artists (Don't tell me that "7 years" by Lucas Graham doesn't sound almost exactly like "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter)
The definition of imagination according to Google is "the faculty or action of forming NEW ideas, or images or concepts"
Thats NEW...NEW!!!!
How much longer will the entertainment industry tolerate this? How long can original songs movies and books be milked before the "cow" dies?
It's fine to be inspired by or to use some chords and then pay homage in one way or another to the artist which assisted you in your project (As did the Red Hot Chili Peppers by allowing Elton John to play the piano on one of their songs since they were inspired by chords from one of his songs)....But to deliberately and ignorantly steal someone's material (you can call it recycling or reciting or biting Lil Wayne...its plagiarism) is unfair. A good amount of artists have taken advantage of their "creative freedom".
This is a subject in which I have spoken to no one about...I have only thought it to myself (Wow Steemint your a therapist too?)
I wrote a poem on this on my previous post and I would like to share it here. It's very metaphorical but I would love to hear your thoughts on it and how you interpret it. Comments on is blogs theme and your opinions would be nice too. Thank you for your time. here is the poem.
Let your imagination go like the river flow Let it run wild like a summer child Like a Mona Lisa frown or was that a smile? Picasso pastels and pistachio shells fall to the floor
Let your imagination glow like the moonlight show Like the old time miners searching for the finer gold Like the young lady on the road searching for the one to hold To fill the hole in her heart left from the gold that miner stole
Let your imagination fly pass the very sky Never satisfied like a hunters pride When it amplifies as the lion cries Roaring all night for his queen that died