Tuesday 20 August 2013

Edgar Guest, the People's Poet

Born on this day in 1881 (in England's Second City, Birmingham, though his family soon emigrated to the Land of the Free) was Edgar Guest, whose uplifting, nationally syndicated verse became so popular in the US that he was known as the People's Poet. He wrote perhaps 11,000 poems, many of them collected in more than 20 published volumes. Guest had his own radio show and TV show, and was the first and (so far) last Poet Laureate of Michigan. (He also, as it happens, was the great-uncle of Judith Guest, who wrote Ordinary People.)
  The kind of popularity (and income) enjoyed by the likes of Guest and Nick Kenny is pretty much a thing of the past, now that poetry has retreated from the mainstream of popular culture. There's been the odd eruption, like the pop star-style fame of the Liverpool Poets or Rod McKuen, but they didn't last long. The works of 'Patience Strong' long ago passed their sell-by date, and the nearest thing we have to an Edgar Guest now is perhaps the comic poet Pam Ayres, still going strong and able to fill a concert hall anywhere in the country. There will, most likely, never be another.
 Guest it was who wrote the eminently mockable It Couldn't Be Done  - recited in all seriousness by Idris Elba at last year's BBC Sports Personality of the Year ceremony:

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
      But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
      Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
      On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
      At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
      And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
      Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
      There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
      The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
      Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
      That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

I think I prefer the version that ends 'he tackled the thing that couldn't be done - and he couldn't do it.' But the poem is notable for its cheeky use of an obsolete word to provide a rhyme for 'did it' - 'quiddit'. This is defined in Johnson's Dictionary as 'A subtilty; an equivocation. A low word.' But not too low for Shakespeare -
'Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer?' muses Hamlet at the graveside, 'Where be his quiddits now? his quillets? his cases? and his tricks?' 

5 comments:

  1. Wonderful stuff, Nige. Of course, a modern poet would sniff that this is verse, not poetry, before returning to his attic to complete his uncapitalized, unpunctuated, unrhymed and unmetered opus on how his blocked toilet symbolizes man's inhumanity to man.

    Any others of the genre you can recommend? Kipling, Service and Gilbert's Etiquette and librettos come to mind, but I'd love to be introduced to more. We really do shortchange the Victorians in the clever whimsy department, don't we? My theory is that it's all because they didn't smile in photographs.

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  2. Thanks Peter - You'd probably enjoy the Faber Popular Reciter, edited by Kingsley Amis, a fine anthology of such things. Gilbert is a brilliant comic poet, yes, and Thomas Hood has his moments...

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  3. Splendid! Righto! Jolly good...and all that jazz.

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  4. I'm trying to find the poem that ended 'and he couldn't do it.' Could you tell me the rest of it and who wrote it?

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  5. Well, it seems to be the work of the comedian Benny Hill, but I suspect others parodied it too. Here's a link to Hill's version –
    https://www.monologues.co.uk/Parodies/It_Couldnt_Be_Done.htm

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