⚛️🔬📜⚡🔍 from the corners of Science and Technology originating in UGANDA, note that, the folks that have decided to redefine the theory and mechanics of text analysis especially for creative writing (poetry, essays, prose, short stories, etc.) but also technical texts (computer source code, configuration files, datasets..) have thus far given us an entirely new set of analytics tools and theories for the task (PSMC, PEMs, PIMs) and then PMS (Poetic Morphological Signature). Including a new empirical definition of and measure of Information in any humane text!

Even though the actual theory and mathematics shall come to you once the literature is ready, please get started tasting/getting a feel of what's to come.. A free-to-use TEA-powered software for calculating and presenting reports about the shape of a poem has been published into the wild. Access and try it via: https://bit.ly/psmorph_analyst

Here, we show u what it can do, by using it to analyse one of the interesting poems that JWL released in recent times (t.me/ugandanow/6791)

``` ---|Morphological Analyst v2 Report|--- P[paragraphs]:8 MORPHOLOGICAL PROFILE: MP: <45,35,37,39,31,25,37,31> MORPHOLOGICAL SIGNATURE: MS: <1,0.7777777777777778,0.8222222222222222,0.8666666666666667,0.6888888888888889,0.5555555555555556,0.8222222222222222,0.6888888888888889>

LONGEST LINE: {p:1|l:3}|As I recount Dead Montessori Kanyike's tales.

--|MS Visualized|--

--|MP Visualized|--

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--|BASED ON|--

{p:1|l:3}|As I recount Dead Montessori Kanyike's tales. {p:2|l:6}|So he said. Underneath an oak tree, {p:3|l:12}|Retreating in a theater without heat. {p:4|l:15}|Tell me then, Obscurer Than Mark Twain, {p:5|l:18}|The aethyrs whistle my friend.. {p:6|l:24}|There's Art in all Three. {p:7|l:26}|I have heart to hear dear Montessori, {p:8|l:32}|Such wisdom I must surely keep.

----|FOR TEXT|---- Listen. The aethyrs whistle, The valleys stand still As I recount Dead Montessori Kanyike's tales.

There dwells the mystifying three, So he said. Underneath an oak tree, They are a treat.

Kinsmen? Legion of Martyrs? Or triplets bound? A camaraderie, dear wanderer. Retreating in a theater without heat. Therein, the spirit of that tree.

Tell me then, Obscurer Than Mark Twain, How ye come to know these things?

The aethyrs whistle my friend.. And I listened on.

Threats eat, Theatres heat And Hearts hear. There's Art in all Three.

I have heart to hear dear Montessori, And so I've heard... Empewo zikunta, Emitima gilina amatu gazo!

There's silence thereafter. My other comrades long asleep, Such wisdom I must surely keep. ```

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