Re: juvenalia (was: Fictional auxlangs as artlangs)

Peter Collier wrote:
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> From: "Benct Philip Jonsson" <bpj@...>
> Sent: Thursday, December 18, 2008 11:44 AM
> To: <CONLANG@...>
> Subject: Re: juvenalia (was: Fictional auxlangs as artlangs)
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>> [...] Future
>> German. [...]
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> Do tell...
I'm afraid FG was never developed in any detail except
that I decided that Future Swedish had borrowed the
graphemes ä ö ü from it.  Of course Contemporary
Swedish uses ä and ö but since the Swedish orthographic
tradition had been lost the letters must have been
re-borrowed from FG.  Probably the grapheme _h_ for
/x/ was also borrowed from FG.  OTOH the FS graphemes
_â ê ô û_ /a E 9 8/ were probably and _c j y_ /S Z j/
must have been borrowed from Future French. **Actually**
the circumflexed vowels for centralized/lax values
were taken from the Swedish dialect literature
tradition, but that of course didn't exist anymore
in the imaginary future concerned -- it hardly exists
anymore in our present reality! :-(

Essentially you'd have free rein with FG. Just
remember that if it's spoken in the same ITL as
my FS its basis is probably Southern rather than
Northern; Northern Europe had been hit by a nuclear
disaster and the surviving populations of Scandinavia,
The Netherlands, northern Poland a northern Germany
had migrated southward en_masse. I remember that I
decided that FS had ceased to be a tone language
while FF had become one thru loss of stop voicing,
I.e.e.g. _pont_ > /po~_H/, _bon_ > /po~_L/.
I imagine that while FS had become a polysyllabic
CV language FG might have become a tersely mono-
syllabic CV(C) language through loss of unstressed
syllables: _I hap kes wit naus kang_ "Ich habe
gestern wieder nachhause gegangen. Of course
Contemporary Southern German isn't far from that in
our reality...

/BP 8^)>
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Benct Philip Jonsson -- melroch atte melroch dotte se
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  c'est qu'elles meurent."           (Victor Hugo)