No intellectual property laws

WHAT PEOPLE CANNOT TRULY OWN

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Once, in the ancient times of old,

A Man came forth, with bow and sword,

And with his bow and sword, he sent

All forest-dwellers to be bent.

The Man did not for moment dwell

On if a knell was a death-knell

But when his hunt was done, he hung

A sign which spoke, without a lung:

"I own this leaf, I own this bee,

I own this apple, and its tree,

I own the soil on which it stands,

I own its nutrients and bends,

I own the rock on which it sits,

And molten rock beneath that seat,

Of which I am not yet aware;

I own all treasure buried there,

All fuel and metal down below;

I own the falling rain and snow

That land upon this marked plane,

Own sky - the slice of shifting air,

I own all light that shines from there

And feeds the land with strength to grow -

I own them all,

Forevermore,

Until the whole Earth, piece by piece, is stripped of mass by human means;

I own the chance to walk through here,

I own the reach to what is near,

The easy access to enjoy

What neighbours gain through any ploy;

I own all this, till no clear end.

That is, for short -

I OWN THIS LAND."

Old Nate, he owned a piece of fruit,

But when it spoiled, the point was moot.

Old Claire, she owned her skillful hands,

And lived quite well, but met her ends.

Old Greg, with wit to spare for three,

Drew up and built a factory,

But even looms grew old and broke

And turned to dust and wreck and smoke

On ground that's owned by sir Old Brenn,

A distant offspring of that Man.

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And now, in times of we free men,

A Man came forth with suit and pen,

And with his wit, or maybe fate,

A number did he calculate.

The Man did not for moment dwell

Of how he numbers can command,

Instead, he left that to the state,

And got a paper, sealing fate:

"I own this zero, I own this one,

I own their product, factor, sum;

I own the correlates in codes,

That can make numbers look like words;

I own its spread, I own its use,

And what derives from it by muse;

Own here and there, own now and then,

On disks, on film, paper and pen,

Own everyplace it can remain,

Including, really, your own brain -

I own! And none can copy me,

Not even rediscovery

Can pass through walls the state will build,

To give my right a proper shield

Until the term dissolves away -

That's never, have I any say.

If that will come, until that time,

Else, for all times -

THIS NUMBER'S MINE!"

Will Nate and Claire and Greg, like lumber,

Forever kneel 'neath new Man's number?

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Or will we take, and leave for all

What people cannot truly own?

Hypothetically if an artist were to purely go the ecommerce route to monetize their music "under the table" by selling merch including cd's with leased beats but that said artist did not upload to streaming platforms, only uploading the music on the website to download for free; what would be required of the artist to allow fans the ability to upload that music to a streaming platform themselves and monetize it without legal repercussion from producers and general platform guidelines?

tldr; how do i legally allow my fans to upload/monetize my music on streaming platforms with my permission automatically?

Yes, there are a lot more works and inventions available thanks largely to the internet so it could be harder to find buyers, but still, if you have a blockbuster movie for sale, you can sell it to twice as many people as you could 50 years ago.

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