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no longer struggled with the communicative aspects of our already profound
relations… and the words flowed out of me, I spoke the tongue of the Zorza with
class and with finesse and I do it to this day with sophistication and I have
always been hungry to learn more! The tongue of Zorza, the language isolate
immemorial... and it is a weird but pretty language, obscure to me until the
moment I fully understood it with the blink of a tiger’s eye: it is full of
swaying diphthongs and triphthongs that flow about slowly and create ligament
and tendon to long words ripe with many different meanings at once. It has a
hissing, mysterious phonologic aura to it; vibrant and free-flowing... the
speculations of the layman linguist such as myself would draw to the
consonant-heavy harsh-soundingness of the Slavic tongues, particularly perhaps
the western ones. It is reminiscent to some degree to old proto-Polish,
although it is way denser with vowels, so it could not be that. As I mentioned,
the triphthongal words are rather a standard variety than a hidden curious
oddity – it is in this regard completely different from, say, Polish, or even
Belarusian which I also considered… yet it definitely sounds Slavic. But it is
different in some fundamental elements from everything I have heard before –
the strange, random and loose syntax with which they construe their sentences
was alien to me for the longest time, and the melodies and intonations they
interweave into their speech are underpinned with a lot of emotion; it is
almost as if emotion is a constitutional part of the language itself: they spit
and throw ugly words, and they make love to beautiful ones…
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