Several Christian poets invented conceptual poetry long before Kenny G. All four claim to have composed--with the help of divine inspiration--a popular Christian poem called "Footprints" and all "have memories of the precise moment when they dreamed up these lines." Rachel Aviv first reported on this "accidental plagiarism" here.
Carl Jung first coined the term “Cryptomnesia” to describe this phenomenon. In a 1905 paper by that name he argues, according to Aviv, "that it’s impossible to know for certain which ideas are one’s own. 'Our unconsciousness . . . swarms with strange intruders,' he writes. He accuses Nietzsche of unwittingly copying another’s work, and urges all writers to sift through their memories and locate the origin of every idea before putting it to paper: " 'Ask each thought: Do I know you, or are you new?'
Last week the Washington Post, citing Aviv's story, reported that the authors are now suing one another.

Originally Published: June 11th, 2008

Emily Warn was born in San Francisco and grew up in California and Detroit. She earned degrees from Kalamazoo College and the University of Washington. Her full-length collections of poetry include The Leaf Path (1982), The Novice Insomniac (1996), and Shadow Architect (2008). She has published two chapbooks: The Book...

  1. June 11, 2008
     D. A. Powell

    What? Four Christian authors appropriating material and presenting it as their own? That smacks of orthodoxy!

  2. June 11, 2008
     Brian Salchert

    I have a dry sense of humor.
    It is so dry/ co-workers often said:
    "That's not funny."
    My usual response was:
    "it's not supposed to be."
    Sometimes, however, I told them
    I got it from the Imp from the Garbage Universe
    and that I was going to kill him when I die.

  3. June 11, 2008
     Michael Robbins

    A wonderful opportunity to combine Christian appropriation & Flarf exists at, which offers a "Rapture-triggered" email alert system: in case of rapture, pre-crafted personal entreaties to turn to Christ will be sent to yr loved ones & friends (only $40 for the first year, with reduced subscription rates after that: but, hey, none knows the hour).
    Rest assured that all of Harriet is on my list. Enjoy yr thousand years of darkness, suckas!