It has recently come to my attention that my voice is sometimes mimicked in correspondence with others. Those who write in poetic verse sometimes reply in cryptic aphorisms. Sentence fragments. Rarefied language. Dainty sentences.

I have influences: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. But there is a fine line between influence and appropriation. Cloaking original thoughts in the style of another else is a step above impersonating a celebrity. And impersonators only have a home in Las Vegas.

It is not the megalomaniacal possessiveness of my style which motivates these remarks. It is the lack of importance which others ascribe to their own.