Word: doggerel
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...cosmic moment in Ali, Michael Mann's sober and often stirring film biography, a perfect representation of the instinctive, almost visionary, shrewdness that lay beneath Ali's doggerel-spewing, hyperkinetic image. Bloodied and staggering under the blows of coarsely baying public opinion, he understood before most of us did that it was another kind of imagery--that selected by the media to symbolize the war to American civilians--that would determine the war's outcome and his own fate...
...said the late Richard Feynman, no slouch himself). But the great physicist was also engagingly simple, trading ties and socks for mothy sweaters and sweatshirts. He tossed off pithy aphorisms ("Science is a wonderful thing if one does not have to earn one's living at it") and playful doggerel as easily as equations. Viewing the hoopla over him with humorous detachment, he variously referred to himself as the Jewish saint or artist's model. He was a cartoonist's dream come true...
...Jackson, life can't get any better than it was that night in 1984. Securing Goodman's release instantly transformed him, in the public mind, from a doggerel-spouting opportunist into a diplomatic star and serious presidential candidate. But only a few weeks later, Jackson's references to New York City as "Hymie Town" hit the front pages, plunging him--and his standing in the polls--into a depression. Ever since, through two presidential campaigns and countless crusades, he has been trying to recapture the acclaim he won in Damascus and the euphoric high it gave...
...only do we hear him in those trumpet players who represent the present renaissance in jazz--Wynton Marsalis, Wallace Roney, Terence Blanchard, Roy Hargrove, Nicholas Payton--we can also detect his influence in certain rhythms that sweep from country-and-western music all the way over to the chanted doggerel...
...known as the wry gentleman who every few months came calling on Johnny Carson. Stewart would uncoil himself in the Tonight Show guest seat, tell one of his hilariously laborious anecdotes, perhaps read one of the verses that, in 1989, made him a best-selling poet. One bit of doggerel elegized his pet golden retriever: "And now he's dead./ And there are nights when I think I feel him/ Climb upon our bed and lie between us,/ And I pat his head./ And there are nights when I think/ I feel that stare/ And I reach out my hand...