Isochrony
Isochrony is the postulated rhythmic division of time into equal portions by a language. Rhythm is an aspect of prosody, others being intonation, stress and tempo of speech.
Three alternative ways in which a language can divide time are postulated:
The idea as such was first expressed by Kenneth L. Pike in 1945, though the concept of language naturally occurring in chronologically and rhythmically equal measures is found at least as early as 1775 (in Prosodia Rationalis). This has implications for language typology: D. Abercrombie claimed "As far as is known, every language in the world is spoken with one kind of rhythm or with the other ... French, Telugu and Yoruba ... are syllable-timed languages, ... English, Russian and Arabic ... are stress-timed languages'. While many linguists find the idea of different rhythm types appealing, empirical studies have not been able to find acoustic correlates of the postulated types, calling into question the validity of these types.
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Aphrodite Of Hatered
by: Izakaron[Lyrics: Warzlav]
Annihilating midnight
Whose tunes were breeding within?
When Thou wast awaken'd
I'll aspire on black wings
Away from that curs'd place
Where Thou hast died
Who shalt be waiting for me?
Thou art gone and the world hath sunk in the
Vortex
I shall draught my
Inspiration
I shalt entwine Thy essence with death
But am I granted the time to eliminate
My creation before I die
In the incessant oblivion?
Thro' the fireworks of dawn
I heard the groan of eternity
And saw the angels of my passion
Fall
O Aphrodite, Goddess of my hate
I shall enslave Thee in the triumph of summer
In the spires of winter and autumnal tears...
With an evergrowing sorrow
O Aphrodite, Goddess of my wrath
Of my swaying unnatural state
When Thy spectre is sent by the moonlight
Will I see Thee again?
Below countless summits of mountains
Beneath the grim waves,
Drowned in my seas
The arcanum of vastness is conceal'd
By the gleaming of the conjur'd trees
Angels smil'd just once
Unbinding me from my carnal chains
By the touch of their divine wings
"Fantasy strikes me by it's frenzied miracles
All that was impossible, now is a part of the
Endless world of darkness
And light.
I rule this Earth by the magic sceptre of desires.
A giant turns into worm, flesh - into ashes...
I compress the cosmos by my lust for the
Constancy of universal horror.
I enslave the worlds, that aspire to ressurect by
Tytanic blast.
The things
Created by nature will fall into
Primordial darkness:
The moment of initiation into mystery.
The glorious pace of my ominous hate.
Seven ways lead from the coil of useless flesh
To the place beyond the veil,
Where my Aphrodite is dancing amongst the
Dead."
O Aphrodite, Goddess of my hate
I cry out Thy name from the chasm of my fate
In raven's pride and his baleful croak
Our power is gather'd
Our dominion over the Earth -
The instant of the lives we possess
The splendour of the beauty hath reach'd my
Soul
The soul of my neverceasing hate
O Aphrodite, Goddess of my love
A vulture teareth asunder a dove
But there's no suffering in the dead embrace
So let the cosmos swallow itself
The essence of Thine is vanish'd within
The sounds of my odiferous prophecy
I grieve not over my defeated hate