Nothing is really original in a strong sense?

In passing, on the subject of plagiarism, note
There is no such thing as plagiarism so you can’t possibly be guilty of it
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Nothing is really original in a strong sense, everything is derivative, recycled or upcycled. Harold Bloom, in the The Anxiety of Influence, argued that the key to understanding any great artist is the struggle (or “agon”) that is going on between the new woman and her precursor, that shadowy presence/absence that you love and hate, Oedipally, and must ultimately overcome.