Thank you. Seems I previously purchased it, but only started reading it.
JoMa
Look at pictures and read the poetry. Those are my favorite parts.
We’ve been doing a new type of research on the poetry this past year. I’ve been frustrated since 1999 about identifying which poems that I find in newspapers belong to Henry or not. I started out thinking Don, like magic, would know. He couldn’t, of course. And Mac had a good instinct on Henry’s work, but mine turned out to be better. But it still wasn’t good enough.
So I started trying to convince Mac to find some analytical way that we could take a single poem and know for probability, since you can’t get certainty, if it was Henry’s or not. He came up with replacing the body of Moore poetry with a random assortment of newspaper poems to use as the comparison. So I searched through the appropriate papers and developed a body of “other poetry” that we’ve been running the same tests over. Started with the phoneme tests because they’re the real fundamental, unconscious tests. Mac got a paper out of it, but what I’m looking for is a way to run the whole battery of tests automatically on a single poem and get a single probability factor to attach to it, and that we haven’t finished.
We’ve run the battery automatically, we just haven’t figured out how to crunch it into a single number. So we’ve divided the poems into those that are Henry’s with certainty, high probability and possibility. And I’ve collected another test set to run against the tests that contain ones that are similiar to Henry’s, but which we can guarantee are not his and not those of famous people. And we run those as a counterweight to make sure we’re not getting false positives. It’s rather nifty because I don’t think this has ever been done before.
And, best of all, with the new newspaper subscriptions I’ve obtained, I’m finding more poems of Henry’s than I had before, so we’re adding to the canon. I even found two different Carrier Addresses that used a character that approaches a sleeping man, but these variants of the same poem are nightmares instead of a pleasant dream and turn out to be a Revolutionary version of France arguing about government.
This is all an ongoing story that really won’t fit in any book, I fear, but I so love watching the story unfold.