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CELEBRATING THE PUBLIC DOMAIN.

This is good news, as it is every January 1, but it cannot be allowed to pass without a brief fit of grumpiness. Ninety-five years is an absurd length of time for copyright to persist. And remember that this is a temporary arrangement. Eventually our copyright laws will be brought in line with those in Europe and most of the rest of the world, where copyright lasts for seventy years after the death of the author.
The purpose of copyright (and patents) is defined quite specifically in the United States Constitution: “To promote the Progress of Science and useful Arts, by securing for limited Times to Authors and Inventors the exclusive Right to their respective Writings and Discoveries.” The goal is to promote science and art for the benefit of everyone. Therefore, authors and inventors should be able to earn a living from their hard work, because otherwise there would be no authors and inventors, and we could not have the benefit of their work.
But that is not the purpose of copyright that persists decades, or not infrequently more than a century, after the original publication. The plain purpose of such monstrous extensions of copyright is to create an intellectual-property aristocracy who live on the creations of dead artists and inventors, and whose distinguishing mark is that they never produce anything of benefit to society themselves.
Now, we know this is not unconstitutional, because the Supreme Court has ruled that no extension of the “limited Times” is unconstitutional as long as there is in fact a theoretical limit to the time. The decision is in line with the general tendency of the court to regard everything in the Constitution as meaningless blather unless it propounds a specific rule. But if it is not unconstitutional, it is at least obviously a development that would cause either laughter or tears to issue from the original authors of the Constitution. They stuck that explanatory phrase in there for a reason; they could just have said “Congress shall have the power to secure for limited times…” without any preface.
Enough of the sour persimmons. Dr. Boli will say only that twenty-eight years is enough time for any copyright to endure. If an author has not made money from his creation in that time, he never will. If he has made a lot of money, he needs no more; he should sit down and write something else that people like and earn our gratitude as well as our dollars.
With that out of the way, we can proceed to our celebration of what has finally entered the public domain in the United States. Dr. Boli will have more delights to point out soon, but for today he would like to introduce you to three motion pictures that have entered the public domain, because they are like nothing you will see in our own time, and—unless you have seen these particular movies—like nothing you have ever seen in your life. They are all available for download or streaming right now, free forever, unless Congress decides to revise the copyright law again and take them out of the public domain, which also is not unconstitutional and has been done before.

1. King of Jazz. This was perhaps the biggest and brightest of the musical revues that flooded out of Hollywood when sound was new. Nothing like them has been made since then, because a few of them were enormous hits, but by the time this one came out the public had tired of them, and this was one of several expensive revues that flopped. So you have probably never seen anything like it. And you may never have heard anything like it, either, if you are not familiar with Paul Whiteman’s music. Is it jazz? There’s a good way to start an argument. But stick to the question of whether Whiteman had talented musicians playing good arrangements, and the argument disappears. You get music of all sorts, dancing, comedy blackouts, and everything else you would expect from a stage revue. If you don’t like one number, you’re bound to like the next one. And as a bonus, you get the first color animated cartoon, made by Walter Lantz, who would later be famous as the creator of Woody Woodpecker.
There’s one way in which the movie is oddly like movies we do see today. It comes from the first great age of orange and teal. It was made in two-strip Technicolor, whose red and green dyes were pretty good at producing natural-looking flesh tones, but could not render blue, violet, or yellow. Today the fashion for orange and teal has passed into cinematic dogma, so once again we are seeing movies in what is effectively two-strip Technicolor, though we go through the silly intermediate stage of filming them in natural color and then running them through color-denaturing software.
King of Jazz in an excellent print at Wikimedia Commons.

2. Madam Satan. When we hear the name “Cecil B. DeMille,” we think of Biblical epics; but he made his name with bedroom farces, and in between he made pirate adventures and westerns and war movies. In the entire list of his movies, though, there is nothing quite like this: a musical-comedy bedroom-farce disaster movie. It has some surprisingly sophisticated dialogue and some hot musical numbers, and it ends with a thrilling wreck of a dirigible. Dr. Boli will add that, if you ever have a chance to see it on the big screen, you should jump at the opportunity. As for the performances, two stand out: Lillian Roth is surprisingly funny and believable as the Other Woman, and Roland Young is Roland Young. You will not be bored.
Madam Satan in a very good print at Wikimedia Commons.

3. Just Imagine. If you have ever wondered why there aren’t more science-fiction musicals, the answer is because this movie was made—a musical about the unbelievable futuristic world of 1980, where numbers take the place of names and aerial traffic cops direct busy streams of flying machines, and—most relevant to the plot—eugenics is the dogma of the land. We will not pretend that it is a great movie. It was written by DeSylva, Brown, and Henderson; and if you are saying to yourself that you thought they were songwriters, you are correct. They are completely out of their depth in trying to build a plot that will carry a movie; and by the time we get to Mars and discover that every Martian has an evil twin, we have probably given up all hope of plot. Finally, the running time includes far too much of El Brendel, the unfunniest comedian in the movies, yet inexplicably the most popular comedian of 1930. We should point out that Charlie Chaplin was alive; Buster Keaton was alive; Harold Lloyd was alive. All four Marx Brothers were alive (Animal Crackers just entered the public domain yesterday, too), and even Zeppo could squeeze more laughs out of the word “Yeah” than El Brendel could wheeze into a whole movie.
But the effects are amazing. This is a movie that can stand with Metropolis and Things to Come in its miniature effects. Though the movie itself was a flop, some of the effects were recycled in Universal serials for years to come, and the Mars spaceship was sold secondhand to Dr. Zarkov of the Flash Gordon serials. This is another movie that ought to be seen on the big screen. We also might add that nineteen-year-old love interest Maureen O’Sullivan can really act, and it is much to her credit that her reputation survived this film.
Just Imagine in a fairly good print at the Internet Archive.
CHRISTMAS GREETINGS.
IS ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE STEALING YOUR STUFF?
Pardon us, please. We have been reading too much James Joyce.
Let us begin again (Finnegan!).
Our article about whether there can be AI art provoked an interesting debate. Fred wrote:
The way it’s set up AI generates “art” without the permission of about eight billion involuntary contributors which I would think would be a violation of copyright. The copyright office might not think so but I suspect it will take approximately 150 years before the question is really settled.
In response, Belfry Bat wrote that
up until some remarkably recent point, ’most every artist anywhere spent most of his apprenticeship (oh, how I date my assumptions!) consuming, analyzing, synthesizing the art of Tradition; and “breaking” his hands, as it were—to make them do what he rather than they themselves wanted—by “copying” or “studying” these historical ARTifacts.
He goes on to doubt the possibility of complete originality in art, describing it as “a very young myth.”
In the case of human artists, it seems true beyond argument that every artist has learned from previous artists and is influenced by artists of the current generation, willingly or unwillingly. Even the self-trained outsider artists who are occasionally discovered by the art world, like John Kane, can usually be dated just by their style, showing that they were part of a larger environment of artists who, consciously or unconsciously, learned from each other’s art. There is nothing wrong with that, and in fact it is the very definition of culture. Dr. Boli was about to say that a society without those influences would be a society without culture; but then he realized at once that it would also not be a society.
Then when does influence become plagiarism or copyright violation?
We have spent many years working out the answer to that question for human artists (or writers, or musicians, or other workers in the fields our twenty-first century calls “creative”). The answer is that influence becomes theft when the artist adopts all or part of another’s work without credit or permission. It is not plagiarism if the original is credited, but it may be copyright violation if a large part of the work is adopted without license. For example, you might print a new edition of The Satanic Verses and credit Salman Rushdie as the author; that would not be plagiarism, but it would be copyright violation if you did not have the permission of the copyright holder. On the other hand, you might publish a novel that is word-for-word identical to Can You Forgive Her? by Anthony Trollope and claim it as your own; that would not be copyright violation, but it would be plagiarism, even if the only penalties would be social and not legal.
There is a certain latitude for “fair use” in quoting from or alluding to another’s work, and since it is impossible to draw a sharp line around the area of fair use, intellectual-property attorneys will never starve. In many jurisdictions (not including the United States), the question of “moral rights” makes the attorneys even fatter.
Now, how do the answers we have worked out for human “creatives” apply to the creations of artificial intelligence?
It seems to Dr. Boli that we can think of the bots in two different ways. Either they are minds in their own right, producing their own art the way an artist working for hire would do; or they are mindless tools in the hands of their users, like a more sophisticated (though not more artistic) version of a camera or a paintbrush.
Which of those two ways we choose is probably irrelevant, since in either case Dr. Boli’s conclusion would be the same. We can judge whether theft has occurred only by looking at the “art” the bots produce. If, after studying the works of all the artists in the world, they produce works in which substantial parts of the art they have studied are reproduced without permission, then those parts are stolen; and if they are under copyright, there are legal penalties to be paid. But if the bots’ productions are merely in the style of the artists they have studied, then they are no more plagiarizing than a human artist who paints Indianapolis street scenes in an Impressionist style is plagiarizing Monet or Pissarro.
This seems to be the case with visual art by artificial intelligence: it does seem to take what it learned and transform it (a term that is very important in American copyright law) into something original. It may not be good, but it is original, which is the moral or legal question to be answered.
It would be lovely to think that the corporate keepers of the bots trained them carefully to stay on the right side of that legal line. But if they are on the right side, it is almost certainly pure accident. As a counterexample, many open-source programmers complain that the AI bots that spew out code often take whole long sections from published open-source programs without crediting the original authors or abiding by the other terms of the open-source licenses. That is plainly illegal, but Microsoft, for example, publishes “agreements” in which you agree, merely by existing, not to prosecute the company for those violations, so we suppose it is quite all right and everyone ought to be happy.
In the case of art and literature, though, American courts seem to have settled on what Dr. Boli thinks is the most reasonable interpretation of the law. In the class-action suit against Anthropic, the court decided that it is fair use to train the bot on electronic copies of books, just as it would be fair for you to read those books and learn from them—if you have the right to use those books. But it is not legal to download a bunch of pirated copies and keep them for training purposes, any more than it would be legal for you to do the same thing.
In other words, if the bot is a tool, then the humans who use it are allowed to use it as a tool for learning skills and styles in order to make original works—but not for reproducing the copyrighted works of others. If the bot is an intelligence in its own right, then it is a sort of pet or minor person, and its keepers or guardians are responsible for making sure that it stays within the rules of fair use.
To Dr. Boli this seems like the only possible answer to the question of the legality of AI art. It does not begin to answer the question of the desirability of AI art. For that, Dr. Boli sticks to the answer he gave before: he thinks that, eventually, there will be art, and possibly even good art, that has used AI as part of the process. But most AI art—like most art in general—will be slop.
CAN THERE BE A. I. ART?
“Sunlight and Shadow,” by Constant Puyo. Or is it by a machine?
The sudden rise of content by artificial intelligence has given us a chance to pour more kerosene on the ever-smoldering debate over the nature of art. What is this thing called “art,” anyway, and can a machine ever produce it? The general acceptance of the term “slop” gives us a broad hint at one popular answer to the second question. But the first question remains unanswered, probably because it is unanswerable. Dr. Boli has always been inclined to define “art” in a purely mechanical way, thus leaving room for the possibility of bad art as well as good art. But the strictly mechanical definition does not seem to satisfy most people: when they ask “Is it art?” they clearly assume that a work has to prove itself worthy of the name “art.” Thus the debate over whether art produced with artificial intelligence can ever be called “art” is really a debate over whether AI art will ever be good enough to be called art.
Now, artificial intelligence is young—amazingly young. It was born yesterday; can we even predict what it will be like tomorrow? And if not, how can we predict its mature state?
It is not just artificial intelligence that changes quickly. The humans who use it are learning and adapting, too. We have only begun to figure out what we can do with AI—or what it can do with us.
Having spun around in a circle, we are back at the question we started with. Can a machine ever produce art?
Here Dr. Boli’s long memory gives him a different point of view from that of the average Internet blitherer. Dr. Boli’s own blithering is informed by a better acquaintance with the past two centuries or so, and in this case he remembers that we have faced exactly this question before. It took us more than a century to answer it, and it was never answered definitively. But the consensus of opinion has been that, yes, a machine can produce art, when that machine is a camera.
To anyone who has lived through both revolutions, the resemblance is hard to miss.
Previously, making a picture had been a skill learned with long and laborious practice. Then along came the machine, and the skill was irrelevant. Why learn to draw when the machine can make perfect images for you? There was much grumbling about whether such laziness ought even to be allowed, and much hand-wringing about the future of Art.
With no alteration at all, the paragraph above can be made to apply to the coming of photography in the early nineteenth century or the coming of artificial intelligence two centuries later.
But life and art continued after the camera came to be, and they will continue after the rise of the bots. Furthermore, a place was found in Art for photography, and—much as we might prefer to hope otherwise—a place will probably be found in Art for artificial intelligence.
It is far too early to say what that place will be. But we can at least reason by analogy.
The first artistic photographers—the first ones, that is, who demanded a place among the fine arts for photography—tried to make their pictures look as much like paintings as camera and chemistry would allow. They had no other standard by which to judge a good picture. But after a while—a long while—photographers began to appreciate what made their art different from painting. The very things that had seemed defects to overcome in the eyes of the early generations became effects to be controlled and put to artistic use.
Depth of field, for example, is a property of lenses. A lens sees things in sharp focus only at a certain range of distances. The same is true of the human eye, which is a lens, but it is not really true of human perception, because our eyes are always changing focus to take in whatever our brains tell them to focus on. It takes deliberate and unnatural effort to focus on one thing while being conscious of another. Therefore it never occurred to painters before photography to emphasize the subject by blurring the background; and therefore the early photographers mostly considered depth of field an unfortunate limitation of their equipment. But later photographers came to rely on that limitation for some of their best effects; and today, if you decide to step up from random snapper to photographic artist, the first thing you will learn is how to control depth of field and make blur work for you. (The second thing you will learn is to say “bokeh” instead of “blur.”)
Here is just one example of how the things that made photography different from painting or drawing became tools in the hands of competent artists. Photography even developed its own artistic clichés—ask our friend Father Pitt sometime what he thinks about moving water and slow shutter speeds.
Thus we see that, although the machine produces the image, we have come to accept the person in control of the machine as an artist.
It seems likely that the same will be true of creations made with the help of artificial intelligence. We probably will not call it art if it is produced by simple prompting. We do not call a snapshot of someone’s birthday cake “art” unless a good photographer has put thought into the lighting, the composition, the colors, and (of course) the depth of field. But it is easy to imagine an artist with a vision arranging images generated by AI to form a scene matching the vision in the artist’s imagination.
In fact, the bureaucrats in charge of copyright registration have already made exactly this distinction. A report of the Copyright Office (PDF) concludes that AI productions can meet the requirements for copyright “where AI is used as a tool, and where a human has been able to determine the expressive elements they contain. Prompts alone, however, at this stage are unlikely to satisfy those requirements.” So an image generated by an AI prompt cannot be copyrighted, because even complex prompts do not generate the same image twice in a row; but an arrangement of AI-generated images can be copyrighted, because the arrangement is the original work of a human artist. “Whether human contributions to AI-generated outputs are sufficient to constitute authorship must be analyzed on a case-by-case basis,” so if you are a young person looking for a career, now is a swell time to go into copyright law.
For the moment, then, Dr. Boli is inclined to say that the question of whether there can be AI art is an updated version of the question of whether there can be photographic art. And he will give the same answer. Most images produced by the machine will not be artistic, just as most pictures snapped with a phone camera are not artistic, or—for that matter—most scribbles with a pencil are not artistic. But it will be possible for an artist to use the machine as a tool for making art.
Of course, none of this answers the question of whether an artificial intelligence is by itself intelligent enough to produce art, leaving the human manipulator out of the question. But when the bots have taken over and relegated us to menial maintenance tasks, they will have to answer that question themselves, and Dr. Boli sees no reason to give them a head start by answering it for them now.












