Aceasta explicate ati postat-o dupa ce eu am scris despre existenta poeziei in limba engleza.Cu vreo doua zile inainte ati scris ceva foarte ambiguu ,ca raspuns la elogiile unei fete mai saracute cu duhul,: “O poezie savuroasa, picanta cat trebuie, pentru un apetit sanatos. Papilele sufletesti va spun: multumesc! Si… daca aveti reteta, de ce nu mai preparati inca o portie??”
Da, va inteleg, nu puteati sa-i spuneti ca reteta este sa gasiti niste idei originale , pe care sa le parafrazati , amplificati, etc,vorba dumneavoastra.

Cert e, ca douazeci de ani nu ati suflat un cuvintel despre originile poeziei! cica ati vorbit cu editorul si el va spus sa o lasati balta. Vreti sa cred ca sunteti atat de naiv?Va impins editorul in pacat,ptiu , uciga-l toaca! Nimic nu imi repugna mai mult ca un barbos naiv.

“Indiferent de tipul autorului real, şi de forma de publicare (anonimă, sub pseudonim, sau sub numele real), preluarea creaţiei acestuia fără specificarea corectă a sursei reprezintă plagiat.”
Cam asta e definitia plagiatului,maestre! Vorba dumneavoastra ,oamenii inteligenti (si instruiti ) vor intelege.

Cred că este foarte clar…

“Plagiatul reprezintă însuşirea ideilor, metodelor, procedurilor, tehnologiilor, rezultatelor sau textelor unei alte persoane, indiferent de calea prin care acestea au fost obţinute, prezentându-le drept creaţie proprie.[1]

Autorul real poate fi o persoană, o organizaţie, sau poate include mai multe persoane sau organizaţii, inclusiv o comunitate de contributori – precum Wikipedia. Indiferent de tipul autorului real, şi de forma de publicare (anonimă, sub pseudonim, sau sub numele real), preluarea creaţiei acestuia fără specificarea corectă a sursei reprezintă plagiat. De asemenea, plagiatul este distinct de încălcarea drepturilor morale ale autorului sau de încălcarea drepturilor de autor. De exemplu, susţinerea publică unei lucrări de diplomă cumpărate de la o firmă specializată în redactarea lucrărilor de diplomă reprezintă plagiat – deşi nu încalcă nici un fel de drept de autor sau de proprietate intelectuală. [2].

Cuvântul „plagiat“ vine din latinescul „plagium“, care se traduce prin „a vinde altora sclavi furaţi sau care nu aparţin vânzătorului“. Termenul şi-a păstrat până acum sensul originar, pentru că el este, din punct de vedere semantic, sinonim cu furt.
Existenţa contrafacerii sau a plagiatului se stabileşte, în principiu, pe baza de asemănări şi nu de deosebiri. Simpla existenţă a unor deosebiri nu apără de învinuirea de plagiat, dacă se dovedeşte existenţa şi importanţa asemănărilor. Stabilirea existenţei plagiatului este, prin urmare, o “problemă de fapt” [3].
În Statele Unite ale Americii, un student care copiază pentru a trece un examen sau pentru a obţine un calificativ bun la o materie de studiu este pedepsit prin eliminarea din toate universităţile statului pe teritoriul căruia s-a petrecut fapta de plagiat. Pedeapsa este deosebit de gravă, deoarece orice cetăţean al SUA beneficiază de reduceri de taxe numai în statul în care trăieşte. Dacă este obligat să plece din statul în care trăieşte, nu-şi poate face studiile decât prin plata integrală a taxelor universitare.”
Asa ca ,multumeste lui Dumnezeu ca traiesti pe plaiurile mioritice,unde toata lumea fura, si nu-i pasa nimanui de un domn profesor plagiator.

“ideea ati furat-o.
cel putin ultimele versuri le-ati copiat cuvant cu cuvant
este doar o traducere mai liberala,dezvoltata.
Nu aveam de unde sa stiu?stiu multe despre Monkey disgrace The monkey speaks his mind – dave bartholomew etc. pe asta ati mizat? ca 20 de ani nu se va sti nimic? Ati furat ,domnule ,si ati primit laudele cu nesimtire. Ba ati si bestelit pe niste persoane care au impanzit netul cu alte variante,nu ale poeziei dumneavoastra,ci a poeziei originale.
Halal caracter pentru un profesor la Institutul Teologic.Vreti sa traduceti Biblia?”

The Monkeys Disgrace
A friend sent me this poem, which seems a complement to Uncivilized, by Edmund Vance Cooke (1866-1932). I first heard Uncivilized at a CGO meeting in Alburquerque perhaps 5 or 7 years ago, when Everett Gross recited it from memory. The third verse of this one seems to me to be a direct reference to Uncivilized.

The Monkeys Disgrace

Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree
Discussing things as they’re said to be.
Said one to another, “Now listen, you two,
There’s a certain rumor that cannot be true,
That man descends from our noble race -
The very idea is a disgrace.

No monkey ever deserted his wife,
Starved her babies and ruined her life;
And you’ve never known a mother monk
To leave her babies with others to bunk,
Or pass them on from one to another
Til they scarcely know who is their mother.

And another thing you’ll never see -
A monk build a fence around a coconut tree
And let the coconuts go to waste,
Forbidding all other monks to taste.
Why, if I put a fence around this tree,
Starvation would force you to steal from me.

Here’s another thing a monk won’t do -
Go out at night and get on a stew,
Or use a gun or club or knife
To take some other monkey’s life;

Yes, Man Descended – That ornery cuss -
But, brother, he didn’t descend from us!”

– anonymous

Uncivilized begins,

An ancient ape, once on a time,
Disliked exceedingly to climb,
And so he picked him out a tree
And said, “Now this belongs to me.
I have a hunch that monks are mutts
And I can make them gather nuts
And bring the bulk of them to me,
By claiming title to this tree.”

[read the entire poem here]

One source attributes The Monkeys Disgrace poem to Nettie Bates Thomas, another to Ogden Nash. Yet another compares it to a 1950s Broadway show tune, which you can hear here.

But I’ve also found a lot of other attributions for it, some which date it back to within Cooke’s lifetime:

There is a Dear Abby column which reads as follows: Tri-City Herald, Thursday, July 30, 1987

DEAR ABBY: I see by your column in The Cleveland Plain Dealer that you are trying to find the author of the poem titled The Monkey’s Disgrace. I was stationed in North Africa with the U.S. Army in 1943 and 1944, and I saved the clipping (enclosed) from the Stars and Stripes (a paper published for the armed forces in the European theater). As you can see, the original title of this poem is Man Descended and the author is Pvt. Edwin R. Pauley. Glad to be of help. — Walter S. Zaborowski, Maple Heights, Ohio.

DEAR ABBY: I am happy to inform you that the author of the poem you printed in The Times-Picayune is none other than Fats Domino’s bandleader, arranger and trumpet player — Dave Bartholomew. You had the title wrong, however. The actual title is The Monkey Speaks His Mind. — Jim Peddecord, New Orleans.

DEAR ABBY: The Monkey’s Disgrace, published in The Daily Ardmoreite, was written by Phil Kerr. He wrote humorous poems comparing man to animals. He wrote a clever one about a gum-chewing man and a cud-chewing cow. — Phyllis Smee, Ardmore, Okla.

DEAR ABBY: I read you daily in The Punxatawney Spirit. I’ve kept a copy of that poem, A Monkey’s Disgrace, for years. It was written by Richard Rotor. — Mrs. Charles S. Smith, Punxatawney, PA.

DEAR ABBY: Re The Monkey’s Disgrace: I can’t help you — but a similar message was carried in the lyrics by Y. A. Harburg in Harold Arlen’s “Monkey in the Mango.” It was featured in the Broadway musical “Jamaica” in about 1957. — C. Gayle Warnock, Scottsdale, Ariz.

DEAR ABBY: The author of that poem about the monkeys was Gene Racey of Pulaski, Iowa. He operated a lumberyard for many years. On one occasion, Gene was a passenger in our car with three other men. Someone mentioned that poem, The Monkey’s Disgrace, and we all agreed it spoke the truth. The author was supposedly unknown. After a chuckle, Gene said, “I wrote that poem. I never claimed it because I didn’t want public recognition.” Gene Racey is now diseased, but another mutual friend still recalls Gene’s fun in revealing that he was the author. — The Rev. H. E. Harryman, Douds, Iowa.

DEAR ABBY: Do you want to know who wrote The Monkey’s Disgrace? It was James Whitcomb Riley. — Terry and Maureen
DEAR ABBY: The Omaha World Herald carried your column in which “John H. of Muncie, Ind.” asked who wrote the poem A Monkey’s Disgrace.

I have the poem, but it carried the title “The Monkey’s Viewpoint,” and the author is Bill Johnson. — Mrs. Paul Haws, Omaha, Neb.

DEAR ABBY: My ex-son-in-law told me that one night he and a bunch of his buddies were sitting around in Vietnam when one of the guys made up the first few lines, then another soldier added a few more, and before they knew it the entire poem about the monkey’s disgrace was put together. They called itThe Unknown Soldier’s Poem, because several soldiers made it up. — Ex-mother-in-law, Chippewa Falls, Wis.

DEAR ABBY: The Monkey’s Disgrace, published in the Oregonian, has been in my file for about 35 years. The author is Vera Bender. –Clara Peyrollaz, Carson, Wash.
and, in the St. Petersburg Times, October 17, 1987, appears this:

DEAR Abby: After reading “The Monkey’s Disgrace,” I felt I should tell you that I’ve had that poem since I was 10 years old. (I am now 80.) I am sending you two more amusing poems I have had for at least 70 years. You may want to share them with your readers. — Bertha D. Goff, Coldwater, Mich.

at http://www.rampbbs.net/monkeyinfo.htm, it is attributed:

The author of this poem is Gilliam S. Weaver. His symbol was 20 years behind the 8 ball which referred to prison time he served for armed robbery. He was caught inside an armored car with a gun in his possession. I met him in Bunker Hill Indiana in the cold winter of about 67. He was hitch hiking to a priest friend in Florida where he often wintered. His stories were so interesting that I took him home for lunch and later to the Kokomo city shelter near where I lived. He gave me a hand written copy of that poem as a means of saying thank you. He said that he had written that copy the previous night while he was in the Peru, IN jail for vagrancy. He said that they had picked him up the night before after they had served supper and released him the next morning before the served him breakfast.

He was an older man when I met him and I remember seeing him on the old Art Linkletter TV show telling the same stories. We even wrote to the priest in Florida to see if he ever made the trip safely, but never got an answer.

I’ve always remembered the poem and have always seen it as author unknown. Maybe we can put a name to that poem at last. His stories seemed believable to me, but who knows.

William R. Milligan

In any case, I encourage you to read it side by side with Uncivilized, and see what you think.