Word: shoutting
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...Confederate" parade moved up the mall, hundreds of white-collar workers crowded the capitol windows. For a moment they watched silently. Then, as the marchers began chanting. "Go home, niggers," a huge shout of approval roared from the building...
...situation really gets ugly. Here come several hundred other Lan celotians marching behind loudspeaker trucks. In their own tongue-a kind of pidgin Spanish-they shout anti-American slogans. They hurl fistfuls of sand in the Marines' faces, threaten them, push them and form human barricades. They are then joined in their hostility by the natives who originally had welcomed the Marines. "Form wedges! Form wedges, goddammit!" cries a harassed Marine sergeant. Finally, the Marines disperse the mob and start pushing inland...
Sabers & Scandals. Traveling by plane, car, canoe, muleback and on foot, he visited every single one of Peru's 144 provinces, something no other politician could say. He promised lower food prices, farm machines, low-interest loans "for the welfare of the common man." His enemies tried to shout him down. One morning in 1957, he fought a clanging saber duel atop a Lima airport building with a Congressman who had called him a "demagogue and conscious liar" (both were slightly nicked). A year later, his wife left him for another man. and the scandal rocked Lima. Bela...
...judge by his poetry, Larkin is anything but brown and passionless. Larkin has blood in his eye and a shout in his throat, but his emotions are caged in an iron ordinariness of language, and the cage is caged in an intricate grille of rhyme and meter. By dint of prodigious effort and still more prodigious skill, Larkin marvelously merges form and content. The bars and his imprisoned emotions disappear; in their stead a poem stands...
...they are not avant-garde experimentalists: however startling their viewpoint, they move their subjects along in supple, readable style. Critic Leslie Fiedler proclaims flatly: " 'Black humorist' fits anyone worth reading today. It's the only valid contemporary work. You can't fight or cry or shout or pound the table. The only response to the world that's left is laughter...