The restaurant turns
and you wish I looked nicer.
I just laid down and tried
to duck the smoke
because perfection was
a power outage on
a stormless afternoon
with clouds. Quiet.
How dare you read this
I know the glass
is gathering all the dust
we must have missed
but you have no right.
I thought we should
have a candle while we talked
but you're not talking.
"I found out that softness
isn't something you carve,"
you say. "It's a grand design
you sink in the aquarium and watch
leak away," I say,
your fault lets me
down, a fragile blur of soft
mixups. The end of your nose
used to mean something, a sign
that language submits.
I can hear it, the first time
we rode the subway together,
sideways, but no one saw.
No, we are not primarily fighting with you about movies. We are
primarily fighting to protect our way of making software. Our efforts
are designed to protect our right to modify and reinstall, improve,
and share software. Don't tell us that we're off on some quixotic, romantic
engagement with reshaping the movie business. We're hackers, we make
software. Our concern is protecting the integrity of the process that
makes software. And all the legal devices that we recommend, and all
the trouble that we are making, is to protect our homeland against
somebody else, who wants to come in and prevent us from doing science
and technology the way science and technology should be done according
to us, the scientists and technologists.
-- Eben Moglen, 2006 FSF Associate Member Meeting
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