Seamless Continuum of Mimesis and the Cosmic Principle of Plagiarism

A while ago, a report that a senior member of Delhi’s journalistic fraternity ‘borrowed’ without acknowledgement entire paragraphs.

Published: 12th March 2016 10:00 PM  |   Last Updated: 13th March 2016 09:05 AM   |  A+A-

Seamless Continuum

A while ago, a report that a senior member of Delhi’s journalistic fraternity ‘borrowed’ without acknowledgement entire paragraphs from an article in the Sunday Times, London, got the Capital’s chatterati all worked up on the subject of plagiarism.  Much ado about nothing, as Shakespeare would have said. He should know. He was one of the biggest plagiarists of all time. Along with Mahatma Gandhi, the Indian Constitution and the DNA molecule.

Why do you think God gave you eyes? Sang Tom Lehrer. But to plagiarise, plagiarise, plagiarise… Biology, it would seem, is copycat destiny, and not just for newspaper columnists. There are only six basic story lines in the entire realm of fiction, from Scherezade to Salman Rushdie, from the Panchatantra to the remembrance of things Proust; the rest is all permutation and combination, ringing the changes and getting cross-connections.

Seneca grasped the nettle and defiantly declared:  Whatever is well said by another is mine. A millennium and a half later, Shakespeare paid back the Roman stoic in his own coin by helping himself not only to the Senecan legacy but also to anything else he could lay his ex-poacher’s hands on. No wonder 300 years after that, Emerson was to sigh: Every man is a borrower and a mimic; life is theatrical and literature a quotation.

T S Eliot went one better. When between his conception and his creation, between the emotion and the response, fell the shadow of a reader wanting to know if those lines didn’t in fact sound as though they’d been pinched from Ernest Dowson’s Cynara, far from hiding his blushes under a bushel Old Possum proved what a practical cat he was by formulating his theory of Tradition and the Individual Talent, which, in short, says, in literature, you’re only as good as the chap you crib from, and as the fellow who in his turn is going to crib from you.

In this seamless continuum of mimesis, the sincerest flattery of life is not that it imitates art but that it imitates itself, endlessly going up and down the spiral staircase of the double helix of the DNA molecule. In evolution, success literally breeds success.  The hidden ghost in the evolutionary machine, the immortal gene, has dictated this message through history. Reproductive success is the demiurge that shapes our ends, rough-hew them—or gloss them over—how we will.

Sex, said Bernard Shaw, was a biological ploy devised to keep the species alive. Modern sociobiologists go further and say sex is the individual gene’s way of making more genes in its own image; in other words, sex is the ultimate principle of successful genetic plagiarism.

But sex is not all, sociobiology and Fifty Shades of Grey notwithstanding. Lyall Watson coined the term ‘memes’, or memory genes, comprising ideas which have greater potency than sperm cells, concepts which convey more than chromosomes. Like a gene, a meme fosters replication. But unlike a gene, it does not need biological fusion to come into being and reincarnate itself in future generations.

The great religions of the world are memes, as are political theories and scientific discoveries. Cultural and social trends, whether Cubism or Women’s Lib, are memes. Some memes are harmful, like Nazism, or merely irrelevant, like the streaking fad of the early 1970s, and get selected against, though atavistic throwbacks may keep cropping up from time to time.

The best memes, however, span centuries, countries and cultures, cross-breeding and cross-fertilising—like the pacifism of Tolstoy and civil disobedience of Thoreau, which inspired Mohandas Gandhi, who in turn provided a guiding light for Martin Luther King. Memes are strands in a design which exhorts us to be both borrowers and lenders, seeking not to unravel the “subtle knot” of humankind but to weave it closer and more intricately together.

The never-ending plagiarised story doesn’t end there. Fred Hoyle and other astrophysicists have suggested that our living planet is itself a plagiarism, in that the primordial “soup” from which all earthly life emerged was catalysed by sporadic bombardments of micro-organisms from outer space. In which case, we are such stuff as stars are made of, quite literally, and could well be infringing some cosmic code of copyright at our own plagiaristic peril.

Even now, Something, Somewhere, might be alerting the Great Ombudsman beyond all ombudsmen about our trespass, as we peach on those who trespass against us. God knows all about plagiarism, for isn’t He the Ultimate Plagiarist, having made man in his own image?

Suraiya is a writer, columnistand author of several books


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