British “poet” Christian Ward has been outed as a serial plagiarist. If you scroll down to the comments on the article, you can watch as Ward himself continues to dig his own hole.
I’m no psychoanalyst, but because stealing another’s work is a cardinal sin among artists of any stripe — punishable these days by immediate worldwide humiliation — the only motivation I can see for doing so is some deep-seated personal “issue.” To the rational, there is no publication or prize that is worth the risk. Which is exactly why it’s possible to get away with it (who in their right minds would steal poems?) at least long enough to embarrass everyone involved.
The good news: Christian Ward got caught and, barring cosmetic surgery and a name change, will likely live in permanent literary exile. The bad news: publishers might now feel compelled to spend time Googling submissions before signing even the smallest checks.