Prince’s Soliloquy

by Junko Ito and Armin Mester

To stress or not to stress, -that is the question
Whether to pursue the arboreal imperative
Applying stress against a sea of syllables,
Or abandoning trees, be left with the imperfect grid…
Who would grunt and sweat under forward clash override,
But that the dread of Procrustes’ bed
Left in Estonia makes us bear those ills.
Ay, there’s the rub! To save syllable integrity,
We are led to bipositionality,
That sonority is heir to. ’Tis weightier matters,
When we have shuffled off this rhythmic coil.
And in the capitalism of stress, them as has gets.
Or perchance, the native hue of resolution
With the free element condition, may yet improve
Tree theory. And faced with optimality,
Would-be-wielders of Occam’s razor
Must return to their dens unbloodied.

Suggested citation:
Ito, Junko, and Armin Mester. 2015. Prince’s Soliloquy. In Short ’schrift for Alan Prince, compiled by Eric Baković.

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