No Time Left For You... Almost

No "petty pace" this (a reference to Macbeth's "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" soliloquy.)

October 27th is a deadline, and if I hadn't been researching a different topic, I should not have been able to give you a heads up.

A deadline for what?

Why? To comment publicly as 351 other creators have done, in response for a RFI (request for information) about AI and copyright, on a government website.

Chris Castle of Music Tech Policy explains it all, with some possibly inspiring ideas of what one might say, here:

https://musictechpolicy.com/2025/10/01/property-rights-are-innovation-too-white-house-opens-ai-policy-rfi-and-artists-should-be-heard/

Chris points out that property rights are innovation, and that for once (but only for a short time), anyone at all can help to shape the future of copyright law and the reining in --or unleashing-- of AI.

As Chris says, "Too often, artists find out about these processes after the decisions are already made, This time, we don't have to be left out. The comment period is open now, and you don't need to be a lawyer or a lobbyist to participate -- you just need to care about the future of your work and your rights."

Copyrighting one's work is complicated and expensive enough without the insult and injury of piracy and scraping and so-called transformational use and exploitation of creative works.

The Government site is here:

https://www.federalregister.gov/documents/2025/09/26/2025-18737/notice-of-request-for-information-regulatory-reform-on-artificial-intelligence#:~:text=Submit%20a%20public%20comment

The comment page is here (and it appears that one can type directly into the text box, or upload a file)

https://www.federalregister.gov/documents/2025/09/26/2025-18737/notice-of-request-for-information-regulatory-reform-on-artificial-intelligence#open-comment

By the way, "No Time Left For You" is a nod to The Guess Who and their lovely melodic song from the late 1960s.

Macbeth's soliloquy: “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow” as shared by The Poetry Foundation.(from Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth)

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

All the best,

Rowena Cherry