Sympathy For The Glidd

by Nick Glossop on September 11, 2012Comments Off

North American readers may not know this but, long before such forgettable motion picture events as 10 and Arthur, Dudley Moore was actually very funny. The creative powerhouse behind Not Only, But Also, and Beyond The Fringe, was, however, the bat-guano-crazy Peter Cook, seen here as the regal package known as the Glidd of Glood. As the neo-feudal age yawns before us, we might as well get acquainted with the smell of his feet.

The verse here reminds me of Mervyn Peake, and the Frivolous Cake from Titus Groan (and behind that, of course, there looms the Jabberwock).

The Frivolous Cake

A freckled and frivolous cake there was
That sailed upon a pointless sea,
Or any lugubrious lake there was
In a manner emphatic and free.
How jointlessly, and how jointlessly
The frivolous cake sailed by
On the waves of the ocean that pointlessly
Threw fish to the lilac sky.

Oh, plenty and plenty of hake there was
Of a glory beyond compare,
And every conceivable make there was
Was tossed through the lilac air.

Up the smooth billows and over the crests
Of the cumbersome combers flew
The frivolous cake with a knife in the wake
Of herself and her curranty crew.
Like a swordfish grim it would bounce and skim
(This dinner knife fierce and blue) ,
And the frivolous cake was filled to the brim
With the fun of her curranty crew.

Oh, plenty and plenty of hake there was
Of a glory beyond compare –
And every conceivable make there was
Was tossed through the lilac air.

Around the shores of the Elegant Isles
Where the cat-fish bask and purr
And lick their paws with adhesive smiles
And wriggle their fins of fur,
They fly and fly ‘neath the lilac sky –
The frivolous cake, and the knife
Who winketh his glamorous indigo eye
In the wake of his future wife.

The crumbs blow free down the pointless sea
To the beat of a cakey heart
And the sensitive steel of the knife can feel
That love is a race apart
In the speed of the lingering light are blown
The crumbs to the hake above,
And the tropical air vibrates to the drone
Of a cake in the throes of love.

A fabulous eulogy for Peter Cook from Stephen Fry

Via Dangerous Minds and Poem Hunter

Originally posted September 29, 2011