scansion

plural scansions

1. countableuncountableThe rhythm or meter of a line or verse.
2. countableuncountableThe act of analyzing the meter of poetry.

present singular third person scansions · participle present scansioning · participle past scansioned · past scansioned

1. transitiveOf text, to put into a rhythmic form or meter.

   Many of my doggerels are scansioned from letters I've written to these children while they were incarcerated in those warehouses for the minority nuisance, laughingly called correctional facilities.

   2000, Don Pirata, Cark and Moil, →ISBN

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   It is “mannered through and through” or, in Karl Kraus's notorious harangue, little more than “scansioned journalism” — an “artful stage-prop in the shopping window of a pastry shop or a feuilleton writer.

   2002, Angela Esterhammer, Romantic Poetry, →ISBN, page 448

   At this time I got up and called the session over, punctuating or scansioning his discourse in order to symbolically communicate to him in action my belief that what had just transpired was genuinely important in the history of his therapy.

   2012, Kareen Ror Malone, Stephen R. Friedlander, The Subject of Lacan: A Lacanian Reader for Psychologists, →ISBN, page 181

2. broadlytransitiveTo impose patterns on.

   The fine zigzag and diagonal interweavings, the nuances of varying intervals between the scansioned dots, show the enormous time and effort Polke invested in his complex, manual transfer method.

   1999, Margit Rowell, Michael Semff, Bice Curiger, Sigmar Polke: Works on Paper 1963-1974, →ISBN, page 27

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   And it saw the concept of an historical time in linear development as depriving it of the reassuring repetitions of a circular form of chronology that was connected to the seasons and to the cycle of agricultural work; which in turn was scansioned by rituals that reasserted its continuity with the world of myth.

   2003, Luigi Zoja, Growth and Guilt: Psychology and the Limits of Development, →ISBN, page 106

   Scansioning the walkway face of the garden wall like an unfolding scroll, he strolled south as far as the narrow arched doorway to the belltower. Mad for abstracting patterns and images from the masonry, at first the hues and linear lay-up of the stone wall appeared haphazard as nature.

   2009, Mathew Kinsella, The California Tales: A Novel, →ISBN