Word: doggereleer
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...recognizing a stirring processional as "I Wanna Hold Your Hand." The two Beatle cantatas were both arranged by Joshua Rivkin; one became famous on the Elektra album "The Baroque Beatles Book," and the other premiered -- minus staging -- at Lincoln Center this summer. The second is a great piece of doggerel from "A Spaniard in the Works" in which Thomas Weber, as detective Shamrock Wombls, solves "The Singularge Experience of Miss Ann Duffield" and explains, "Harry Belafonte, my dear Whopper...
Today's blue-water skippers are a bit more specific than John Masefield. Their pragmatic doggerel runs: "Give me a Cal-40 and some racing luck, and I'll win Bermuda, Transpac and Mackinac." In less than three years of ocean competition, the 40-ft. fiber-glass sloops from California have become the tallest boats in U.S. racing, sailing off with virtually every major trophy...
...over London's Albert Hall to cue in a loony howler called the Greater-Than-London Fire New Moon Carnival of Poetry. Some 2,000 shaggies and stringies in mod costume settled down for a cultural evening that began with a villanelle of squeals and grunts. The caterwauling doggerel went on, with the audience chanting a "Sound Mass"-"MUTAMA! MUTAMA! M'MUTA!"-and Actress Vanessa Redgrave, 29, whose benefit appearances in the past have included ban-the-bomb marches, standing up in Castro-style fatigues to sing Fidel's freedom song, Guantanamera. Before the moon was down...
...like a knotted string, and he hated his parishioners. With fierce Puritan intensity he preached burning, his whole inside crying die, shouting die. He worked in his garden obsessively, like a madman picking imaginary lint from his sleeve. He wanted women, imagined them in every posture. He wrote dirty doggerel and lied-his single skill. He lived in a thousand careening pieces, like a shattered army...
Mockery of the New York Yankees? And in the Washington Post, no less! Only two years ago, no sportswriter in Washington-or anywhere else-would have dared such doggerel about the Yankees, perennial overlords of the American League, winners of 29 pennants and 20 World Series. But last season the champion Yanks plummeted to sixth place, and rival teams started hooting that they ought to change their name to the Toledo Mud Hens. "Don't you believe it," growled General Man ager Ralph Houk. "We're not dead yet." He was right. The Yankees still had some dying...