Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night
by: Dylan Thomas |
Copyright law was designed to be a temporary monopoly on ideas granted to artists because we felt it would encourage them to enrich our lives with their creations.
This page used to have a very nice poem. However, we just received the email reproduced below from the agents of the estate of Dylan Thomas. It seems that the poem is still in copyright, and they would prefer that it remain a salable commodity item, instead of becoming part of our culture. Sometime in the middle of the century, if Dylan Thomas is still relevant to your life, you can make "Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night" part of it.
If however, you think that copyright law has been hijacked by dirt bag lawyers and no longer serves the public interest, you might throw a few dollars at the EFF and let them know that you support their efforts to bring it back under control. But frankly, the lawyers of the copyright barons are much better funded, and will probably just keep turning the screws until "intellectual property" monopolies last forever, and your kids just assume that ideas have always been owned.
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January 31, 2007
To the Web Manager,
I am writing to inform you that you have posted material on your
website which is protected under copyright. New Directions Publishing Corp.,
who controls, by contract, the copyright in question, requests that you
remove all material from your website which belongs to the following works:
THE POEMS OF DYLAN THOMAS by Dylan Thomas, copyright ©1943 by New Directions
Publishing Corp
A CHILD'S CHRISTMAS IN WALES by Dylan Thomas, copyright ©1954 by New
Directions Publishing Corp
And may be found at the following URL:
http://www.internal.org/list_poems.phtml?authorID=6
We imagine you were not aware of this violation of copyright,
and expect that you will comply with our request quickly and voluntarily. I
will be checking back within two weeks time to see that these changes have
been made.
I am copying the agent for the work, and New Directions’ lawyer,
for their information.
Sincerely,
Neil Otte, New Directions Publishing
CC: AGENT:
Harold Ober Associates, Inc.
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425 Madison Ave.
New York, NY 10017
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Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. |
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