Our Authentically Fake and Hypocritical Society of Copies

Guest Post by Edward Curtin

Ditto,” said Tweedledum.
“Ditto, ditto!” cried Tweedledee.
Lewis Carroll, Through The Looking-Glass

Sometimes a trifling contretemps can open a window onto significant issues.

As a case in point, The New York Times, a newspaper that regularly publishes U.S. propaganda without a bit of shame or remorse, recently reported on a controversy involving Simon & Schuster and Bob Dylan’s new book, The Philosophy of Modern Song. The report with the same information was repeated across the media.

The publishing company had offered limited-edition, authenticated, hand-signed copies of the book for $600 each. Nine Hundred collectors and die-hard fans bought a copy, many, no doubt, caught in hero worship and the thought that a Dylan-penned signature would grant them a bit of his fame through the touch of his hand upon their lives.

The quest for immortality takes many forms, and the laying on of hands, even when done remotely through a signature, has long been a popular form of sleight-of-hand.

I once shook hands with an Elvis hologram impersonator and the thrill vibrated for days.

But these Dylan aficionados noticed something strange about the signatures: They didn’t seem to be actual signatures individually written with a pen by Dylan. As anyone knows from their own handwriting, no two signatures are the same, since the human hand is not a copy machine. These signatures were identical.

It turned out that those who smelled a deception were right. Under pressure from astute purchasers, Simon & Schuster had to come clean – sort of. They offered to refund all purchasers for the deception. They released the following statement:

To those who purchased The Philosophy of Modern Song limited edition, we want to apologize. As it turns out, the limited editions books do contain Bob’s original signature, but in a penned replica form. We are addressing this immediately by providing each purchaser with an immediate refund.

This statement is a perfect example of double-talk, and more.

Then Dylan also apologized, saying that he used an auto-pen since he was suffering from vertigo and “during the pandemic, it was impossible to sign anything and the vertigo didn’t help.” His apology seems sincere compared to the publisher’s double-talk, but then again, so did his signatures.

And the controversy has spread to the limited edition prints of his artwork.

“Limited edition prints” – a deception in itself, as if limiting the number of copies of an original painting makes them more original. Ten dittos instead of eleven.

However, I am not primarily concerned with the nuances of this tempest in a teapot, which might disappear as fast as yesterday’s bluster, or it may forever tarnish Dylan’s reputation, which would be a shame if it also damaged the genuine greatness of his songs.

I would like to focus on the following matters that I have seen through its window: language usage, a society of copies, reading texts closely, and the degradation of literacy, all of which are tangled together with non-stop government propaganda disseminated by the corporate mass media to form a major social issue.

First, language. Note in the Simon & Schuster apology the words:

As it turns out, the limited editions books do contain Bob’s original signature, but in a penned replica form.”

This is a clear deception twice over. The books do not contain original signatures; they contain machine copies of it. Phrasing it that way allows the company to plead innocent while also apologizing for its innocence as if they consider themselves guilty.

What exactly are they saying they are apologizing for? Deceptions dittoed?

And the phrase “As it turns out,” implies that Simon & Schuster was surprised that the signatures were machine generated, which is highly improbable. It also suggests they are not responsible; such verbiage approximates the common, passive introductory phrase “it so happens” or the equally non-literate “hopefully” to begin a sentence.

“It so happens” that I am writing these words and “it so happens” that you are reading them…as if we are victims of our own free choices. Passive language for victims of fate who have learned to write and talk this way to avoid responsibility even for their own hope, as in: “I hope.”

Or maybe the widespread copycat use of “hopefully” is an unconscious attempt to deny pervasive hopelessness. No matter how many times you repeat something doesn’t make it true.

The use of such language is a reflection of an age in which determinism has for decades been repeatedly promulgated to extinguish people’s belief in freedom. Ditto: Saying “the exact same” doesn’t make the same more same through redundancy. You can’t get any more same than same since same means identical, or any more opposite than opposite even if you say “the exact opposite.”

The English language is suffering.

To top it off, an esteemed book publishing company nearly a century old concludes with a sentence that a high school freshman – circa 1960 before all the dumbing-down of schooling – would realize was redundant with the words “immediately” (misplaced) and “immediate,” as if repetition would emphasize their contrition. “We are addressing this immediately by providing each purchaser with an immediate refund.” Ditto.

But who notices these things?

Discerning readers – whether of the examples above or of a subtle controlled- opposition media article suggesting one thing while meaning another – are becoming rarer and rarer. Ideology, political party allegiances, and plain stupidity block many from grasping propaganda and media claims made out of thin air.

Anonymous sources, subtle phrasing, real or imagined intelligence sources, the use of words such as may, might, possible, could be, etc., are a staple of so much writing and broadcast news that they fly by people used to the speed of the digital life with texting and internet browsing where repetition and copying are king.

Yes, speed kills in so many ways. The repetition of talking points across the major corporate media, something carefully studied and confirmed years ago, has become so obvious to anyone who chooses to take the time to investigate. It’s not hard to do but few bother; they are too “busy.” Thus propaganda and gibberish pass unnoticed.

Just as “The Real McCoy” (see the opening “Refrain” of Hillel Schwartz’ The Culture of the Copy) was a fake and the phrase came to represent the genuine to supposedly confirm authenticity, we are now living in an era of the counterfeit everywhere.

Counterfeits of counterfeits. Imposters. Actors playing actors. Counterfeit traitors. Fabricated reality and copies of copies.

Ditto. Ditto. Ditto. Lies about not lying. (See The New York Times’, The Guardian’s, etc. deceptive, hypocritical, and self-serving joint letter asking the U.S government to end its prosecution of Julian Assange for publishing secrets.)

The Dylan controversy is a very minor example of a major issue that is little appreciated for its devastating impact on society.

For another minor example, we may ask how many times does one have to see the replay of Christian Pulisic’s recent goal against Iran in the 2022 World Cup to grasp its brilliance and to see that he was injured? Two, three, five, ten? And this is a sporting event, not some mall shooting or serious issue of war. In a digital high-tech world repetition is the norm. What does repetition do to the mind?

What does repetition do to the mind?

Despite the great sportsmanship shown by the players from both the U.S. and Iran on the pitch, U.S. Men’s Soccer executives, by deleting the Islamic Republic emblem from Iran’s flag on its social media sites, and the U.S. media tried repeatedly to politicize the game into a battle between the good Americans and the evil Iranians, even while a U.S. regime change color revolution was being attempted on the streets of Iran.

What does repetitious propaganda do to the mind?

Technology has not just allowed for machine signatures but has made us in many ways machine people who need to be hammered over the head time and again – and to like it. To go back again and again for more. Everything but life has become repeatable.

Scott Fitzgerald’s Gatsby’s reply to Nick’s statement In The Great Gatsby – “You can’t repeat the past,” Nick tells Gatsby, who responds, “Can’t repeat the past? Why, off course you can!” – perfectly captures the “reality” of a digital screen culture of illusions in which many people have unconsciously come to believe that you can instantly replay life as well.

Indeed, to make people into machines is the goal of trans-humanists Klaus Schwab of the World Economic Forum with its Great Reset and the UN’s 2030 Agenda. Artificial intelligence (AI) for artificial people.

While there are innocent examples of repetition, the use of it is a fundamental tactic of propaganda, whether that be through words or images. And we are drowning in repeated media/government propaganda about the U.S. war against Russia in Ukraine, Covid19, Iran, China, Syria, etc.

It’s as easy as pie to innocently repeat, as I learned recently when my wife asked me to use her cell phone to take a photograph. Bumpkin that I am who despises these machines, rather than briefly hitting the button I held it down for a few seconds and took the same photo 67 ½ times. It just so happened.

But the propagandists’ repetitions are no accident. You can’t condemn Julian Assange year after year for posting U.S. war crimes – the Afghanistan War Logs – and then try to save your own ass after the man has been persecuted for more than a decade and counting.

The media who did this and then wrote the recent letter are counterfeit traitors to the truth and agents of the war criminals. To call them journalists is to misuse language: They are imposters.

What does repetition do to the mind? asked Tweedledum to his identical twin Tweedledee.

Tweedledee replied, Look what it’s done to us.

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14 Comments
Ginger
Ginger
December 11, 2022 7:52 am

Have an authentic reproduction of the Live At Leeds Who album with all that paperwork of contracts and what have you, its going to be my retirement because the Antique Roadshow said so.

Svarga Loka
Svarga Loka
  Ginger
December 11, 2022 8:59 am

I have a signed copy of Charlton Heston’s “Courage to be free”, from the free bin at the dump.

Not going to retire on that yet ($50 on ebay).

Anonymous
Anonymous
  Svarga Loka
December 11, 2022 10:18 am

I collect things. Books happen to be one of them.

One is a first run, hardcover Frank Miller Batman illustrated novel from the ’80’s. Miller signed a few and nerd collectors would like bragging rights for them, but one book I own is worth way more to me in sentiment as opposed to some dollar value.

It’s a WW2 post-war unit history with photos and maps. German printers were commissioned by US soldiers to draft unit histories as keepsake items for surviving veterans. My great-uncle did not survive the war, but some of his contemporaries did and memorialized their dead friends in those books.
I happened to stumble on the unit history that actually belonged to the battalion commander, Lt. Col. Conrad B. Sturges of North Carolina. The book was in perfect mint condition, still encased in the cardboard presentation cover with the “Censored for Mailing” label intact and in perfect condition.

I plan to pass it along to another military vet like me who may appreciate the historical aspects of owning something with a family service legacy, even if he’s not a blood relative.

hardscrabble farmer
hardscrabble farmer
December 11, 2022 8:36 am

“during the pandemic, it was impossible to sign anything…”

What?

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Svarga Loka
  hardscrabble farmer
December 11, 2022 8:58 am

As long as you took the pen from the “clean” bin and then discarded it in the “used” container after touching it for about 5 seconds, signatures were (are) safe.

Anonymous
Anonymous
  hardscrabble farmer
December 11, 2022 9:57 am

Impossible for Bob Dylan to sign anything because he was physically incapacitated – by the shot – or was it due to the germophobic paranoia that got blown out of proportion?

It seems like a sideways admission on another issue that has little to do with forgery and false marketing, but very interesting nonetheless.

NtroP
NtroP
  hardscrabble farmer
December 11, 2022 12:37 pm

I’m a Dylan fan, have liked his music for the best part of 50 years, but this certainly wounded any respect for the man. He did admit publicly that he made his deal with the devil……

Iggy
Iggy
December 11, 2022 8:59 am

When we were kids everyone collected stamps or coins . They ruined stamp collecting with the advent of forever stamps. Most kids today wouldn’t know a Morgan dollar if it bit them in the ass.The stamps of this country used to be a history lesson . Today more or less it’s fluff ,Western wear or flag stamps.

Anonymous
Anonymous
  Iggy
December 11, 2022 9:43 am

Look at the third party authentication services that sprang up in the wake of the coin and autograph memorabilia market. The speculative prices on common items are sometimes ridiculous.

Money TALKS and the US Mint even got in the game by making a market for gullible collectors interested in owning “limited” runs of reproduction coins that went out of circulation years ago. I’m talking new Morgans and Peace dollars, in particular, that have so-called “anniversary” strikes demanding price premiums above face value or metal value of the originals, simply based on speculative interest over turning a profit.

Greed ruins it all.

Svarga Loka
Svarga Loka
  Anonymous
December 11, 2022 1:07 pm

Used to be mostly Rolex watches that needed authentication. Now it’s Pokemon cards (ask me how I know) and snot on a Nike Air sneaker.

Guest
Guest
December 11, 2022 10:16 am

Beyond Dillon the point about language. I always wonder why normal people (meaning the freedom side etc) pick up all of the propaganda terms. JABS really bugged me. Whoever heard that before this debacle? But that is just a small example, but significant because it got everyone talking like they wanted. A short trip to safe and effective.

The words, language, dialectical style etc. are their main weapons. Don’t participate. It’s good to tribe up, not conform to mask wearing, etc. but if we still communicate like them the main battle will be lost.

Svarga Loka
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  Guest
December 11, 2022 1:11 pm

“Jabs”, like lorries. Damn Brits. I think it was all a conspiracy concocted by Monty Python.

Anonymous
Anonymous
December 11, 2022 10:28 am

In today’s America, liberty, too, is a “genuine replica”.

i forget
i forget
December 11, 2022 4:22 pm

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. ~ Oscar Wilde

Oscar’s been gone awhile.

But the mimeography’s forever.

Which is funny. Because a lot of people, even as they mimic, will tell you they hate mimes. Yeah: self-loathing.

What you got ~ here, is failure to communicate ~ ain’t nuthin’ new. ~ Cool Hand Country for Old Men, or No Country for Cool Hands, or ……… There are many here among us who feel life is but a joke ….

What’d Dylan sell his catalog for? Close to a billion, wasn’t it? Not enough. Here, buy my signature, only $600. Wait, I meant buy my “signature” for $600.

Simon & Shuster. Carly Simon. Did Mock-Ing Bird (maybe that should be spelled “Inc”?), with James Taylor. Good tune. She sings, he mugs a Roger Miller impersonation mostly. Sonny & Cher there. Just not near enough off-piste pine trees.

This goes a long way towards

establishing your innocence, Macleane.

Mr Harrison, if wisdom grew on trees,

you would be a bush.

– You mock me, sir?

– Mock you, sir?

Mock me not, sir. No man mocks me, sir.

The wise man mocks the man.

The mocked man mocks the mocker.

Right.

Good. ~ Plunkett & Macleane (fun flick)

Mocking is good, as far as it goes, which is only personal pleasure far.

Mocking Birding isn’t good, unless its that duet & at least one of the duo can sing.

*But* you remember that Hitchcock flick, The Birds? According to some, more than a flashing few, Mock-Flocks Make Right.

And allllll those murmurating birds of a feather glue themselves to the shaft, john (prostitute customer) shaft (the operational part of the customer, in half the binary that does most of the buying) & “loose” & “fly” on command.

Is that immortality-questing?

Or is it just let me have my toaster over & steel belted radials & I’ll do whatever you order?

Which, you know, isn’t to say orders won’t be followed even if social credit score isn’t high enough to score a toaster oven.

Know what the difference is between limited & unlimited edition prints? The federal reserve.

1913. Oscar had been in the ground for 13 years. But even the homos were better men in those days (Oscar went up against the connected Marquess of Queensberry ffs) & so what? The unlimited edition printers had nothing to fear.

There have always been enormous flocks of mockingbirds. There have never been very many human beings. And this is the one true best of all possible worlds. And not the way Dr. Pangloss meant it, either.

Pan (all) gloss (tongue).

Shaft. John Shaft.

S/he got the gold mine. And birds of a feather got the shaft they glued themselves to.

I don’t recall the flick. Pretty sure the line came out of Diane Ladd’s mouth, sitting behind the wheel of a car, with a younger man, who was coerced somehow, sitting next to her. “It isn’t going to lick itself.”

Well, that’s all it does, the shaft-feathers. Licks itself. Beats itself to pulp. Continuously.

Tribe up, quiver-fillers.