buy me an ounce and i'll sell you a pound.

by e.e. cummings

buy me an ounce and i'll sell you a pound. Turn gert (spin! helen)the slimmer the finger the thicker the thumb(it's whirl, girls) round and round early to better is wiser for worse. Give liz (take! tommy)we order a steak and they send us a pie(it's try, boys) mine is yours ask me the name of the moon in the man. Up sam (down! alice)a hole in the ocean will never be missed(it's in, girls) yours is mine either was deafer than neither was dumb. Skip fred (jump! neddy)but under the wonder is over the why(it's now, boys) here we come

E. E. Cummings is important to me and maybe to you too. But you don't get to read "buy me an ounce and i'll sell you a pound." today because monetizing his products sixty years after his death is more important to W W Norton, who sent me a copyright infringement notice for trying to show you this poem.

Copyright is harmful and counterproductive and it is strangling our culture and progress. No one has a natural right to own an idea. Owning ideas is intuitively absurd. And copyright holders do not own their ideas exactly. They have been granted a temporary monopoly on reproduction, in order to encourage artists to produce works of value to us all. Or it used to be temporary, anyway. The original Copyright Act on 1790 set the duration to 14 years, with the right of renewal for one additional 14 year term if the author was still alive. If that reasonable term was still in effect, works created before 1988 would all be in the public domain now (2012). Can you imagine a world where everything by The Beatles was in the public domain by now? It's easy if you try.

Dig the graph on this article about the objective harm copyright is doing to our culture, The Missing 20th Century. Ugly.