Word: singsonging
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...Singsong Effect. Northerners were startled when Carter referred in his acceptance speech at New York's Madison Square Garden to "Eye-talians." Some Eye-talians might have been ruffled, but a number of Georgians and other Southerners did not even blink. Why should they, in a region where a porch is a "pye-azzuh" and the capital of Austria-as well as a Georgia town by the same name-is "Vy-anna"? Vienna, Ga., incidentally, is the home town of Carter's press secretary, Jody Powell (see THE PRESS). Campaign Director Hamilton Jordan-or, as it is pronounced...
...specials. Song of Myself (CBS, Tuesday, 10 p.m. E.S.T.) offers a sketchy biography of Walt Whitman, which is really an excuse to hear a well-selected anthology of his poetry. Poetry in any form is rare on commercial television, and just hearing Whitman well read in a Carl Sandburg singsong by Rip Torn is reason enough for gratitude. But Jan Hartman's script confronts Whitman's homosexuality with good bluntness, and Torn, a gutsy actor who has long deserved better of his trade than he usually receives, plays the populist bard instead of embalming him. There is something...
...setting on Riverside Drive, and the water of the reservoir reflected a burning wick. The radiator near which I sat hissed and hummed: "Dust, dust, dust." The singsong penetrated my bones together with the warmth. It repeated a truth as old as the world, as profound as sleep...
...sound is virtually continuous; it ranges from rock to revivalist hymns to the background whine of transistor radios to the economical singsong (and sometimes subtitled) Jamaican English of its principal characters. And the sound is uniformly good. Jimmy Cliff's rock is strong and vibrant. The title song is a top 40 hit whose tune may stay with you for a few days, and the church music is professional, loud and compelling. All of it buoys up the film with movement and vigor...
...offshore wind, whipping against a coastal pillbox, brings the distant voice of a woman. Her words are lost. Only the rise and fall of her singsong voice, propelled by a powerful loudspeaker, is faintly audible. But the soldiers manning the pillbox know her message by heart. In the name of Chairman Mao, she is beckoning them to the mainland, just 1 ½ miles away...