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In fact it's possible to interpret
information carried by a message
as essentially the negation of
its entropy and the negation log
of its probability; more probable
less illuminating.
                         
                             Governing by
recent amps out of context I embraced
ordering whole fields while straining after
complexities; constrained inventiveness,
steering others toward incidental
accidents: definition's qualities
positively derivative.

                                  Orders
are given: you are sent for by command
proclamation; though imperative in
mood demand fact for effective control.
Study the message, before all persons
irrelevant, after all compliant
to the call, above all an order is
an order.
                If control then command, if
command then control, if relating then--

There is the issue of emanation
from ten to one, setting aside the time
being for obeisance, relayed upstream
in kind, of degradation in transit:
there is in this subjunctive disorder
meaningful increase.

                                   But with collation,
storage, and selection generally
improper, we can muscle our way
through with effect;
                                 to smell as sweet inform
the bloating corpse it is sweet to smell;
to be adequately controlled to be
is effectively to live properly
by the sweet smell of corpses.

                                                Directions
represent a shift in the actualized
world; as if replaced by the world as it
happens to be seen actually local
and temporary; normality in
issuance of stays against: an eye,
a storm, a calm, a kangaroo.
                                            Read as:
command proper receipt correct response
control bond referent accord attent;
limit sufficient to if/then stable.

External messages not taken neat
but cubed transform the metastasizing
apparatus: intention maps, performance trumps,
though both require regulus.

                                               Theory.
Message: a sequence of events in time
which though contingent strive against yielding
to nature's disorder; unintended
tendencies.
                     Act:  shrive parts purposive to
imps of prior pulse.

The Tattered Man

"It is best to avoid the beginnings of evil."

The tattered man waved his
hand. "Nary die,"
he said. "All I want is
some pea soup an'
a good bed. Some pea soup."

Since he had turned his back
upon the fight
his fears had wondrously
magnified and
grown inexhaustible.

A house standing in fields
distantly placid
to him looked ominous
(If ever I
be worth a house again,
build all inward).

Shadows in the woods were
formidable.
He was certain that in
this vista lurked fierce-eyed
hosts (a light shall
open the common out-

way); it was all a trap
and for earthly
greatness they were all to
be sacrificed.
(Generals were stupids.)
The enemy
presently would swallow
the whole command.

Raise all plain and rudely,
like rampiers,
and all light, like ancient
Temples, let in
at the top.

One window,
glowing a deep murder
red, shone squarely
through the leaves.  Far into
the sky went a leaning
tower of smoke
from the tall edifice.

Let it be, in fact (must
I abide the
actual scene?), a cottage,
white, embowered
with flowering shrubs, chosen
so to unfold
as a succession of
flowers upon
the walls and clustering
round the windows.

Revealed, the seemingly
natural truth
of his agitation
was infinite;
his mind tossed and surged
upon a sea,
an ocean appeared paved
with faces too
innumerable, turned
heavenward—faces
imploring him, wrathful,
despairing, surged
upwards by thousands, by
myriads, by
generations,
by centuries:

tyranny began to
unfold itself;
now it was upon the
rocking waters
of despotic, bantling
dreams that special power
of the human
face began to appear.

When he thought later of
it (better of),
he conceived that it is
better to view
the appalling than to
be merely near
hearing. This were to turn
one's back to all
the world and only look
at heaven

(but shall my
eyes be set to
see outwards?); no, instead
put a sky-light
on top of his head to
illuminate
inwards for there were no
gazers to shut out
but the sun and moon, and
he was willing
they should look upon him.

Excepting a conscience
agitated,
his Eumenides were
at his bed-feet,
and stared in upon him
through the curtains.
Watching by his pillow,
his Electra
sat, about to thrust him
between the shoulder blades.

Now came a tremendous
change, which, itself
unfolding slowly like
a scroll over
many months, promised a
far more dreadful
(as abiding) torment
than death, about to
smite one between the eyes:

Reason, being piece-meal,
and like light in
ancient Temples, let in
only at top,
prefers the false clubbing
society
of new men.

The matter
used might have been
better unfolded, and
much not used might
have been added with good
effect.

Still, fold
to sleep (out of seeing)
and fix upon heaven.

Perhaps, enough
has been given--

---(I will)
stand no more on
others' legs, nor build one
joy without ____.