Monthly Archives: March 2017

Clarifying Things

I wish to make a website. So why don’t I? I have to find out how first. See also my blog Learning, which makes it appear easy. But there’s more to it than meets the eye, there always is. The Devil is in the detail.

I will use WordPress as my website maker.

I have my website designed on paper and the component parts made and collected together, along with url links to things on video sharing websites I want to share. I want clickable icons or pictures to take a viewer to those sites, and I have those icons together also.

So, how to do it?   I searched Google for relevant assistance and knowhow. Here are links to ones I found useful for my purpose:

How To Make A Website:

https://websitesetup.org/

Image Links:

https://en.support.wordpress.com/links/image-links/

WordPress Image Positioning:

http://webtrainingwheels.com/image-positioning-spacing-alignment-wordpress-problems/

Hopefully more or less all I need to know is explained in those descriptions.

At least I hope so. What is a website? What is it for? What can it do? What can it be used for? Look at other people’s websites for an overview, and read, read, read.

Can you put what you want where you want how you want on your website? Yes, with some difficulty, or so it seems to me, more or less. The designer or maker should be in control, not the software or else the designer is not designing. A pencil does what you want, would you have it otherwise?

So I will click on those links and climb the learning curve. Several times, maybe taking notes. Easy when you know how, a nightmare when you don’t.   Here goes nothing,

Tich Ennis

30th March, 2017

UN Address

My fellow blithering eejits. It is with great pleasure that I accept your kind invitation to address you as the unknown gurrier, one among many. Humility, as we all know, is the greatest virtue but not widely practised, and so say all of us.

When eventually I am laid to rest in the tomb of the unknown gurrier, who shall shed a tear? Your place in history is assured, mine as a mute inglorious Milton merely an addendum. I am a statistic, a blip.

You are the men and women who know what to do.   It may be said of you you are the people who knew what had to be done. Yes. The result stands before you.   The judgement of history awaits.

You may write your own histories and I’m sure you will. Lies, damned lies and statistics. History is written by the victors. Who won the war? Truth, they say, is the first casualty. One among many.

The future lies before us. What else is new? Heroic mythology is all around, the good guys and the bad guys.   I know which side you are on. As you keep saying. How could I forget?

To always be right as you are must be pleasurable, you seem satisfied. What of the gurriers of the Earth? Do they matter? Apparently not. History happens.

What have we gurriers to look forward to except winning the lotto? In the lottery of life we drew the short straw. Cannon fodder. Tread lightly for you tread on my dreams.

In your place would I do the same? The same only different.   Is there no hope?   I wouldn’t go that far. We have a lot to look forward to.   A happy ending. And they all lived happily ever after.   A tall story.

I am a simple minded man. Problems are complex. Is there a simple solution? Is a simple solution best? To a simple minded man, yes. But what would I know?   You have power, I have not.

War and peace, fact or fiction? All too true, thanks to you. You have presided over many battles, to the victor the spoils. Power for its own sake. What power for the powerless?

Is right on your side? Who’s side are you on? The side of right or your side? The good guys get shot. Who has the bullets? You.

Is it true to say there are no good guys?   Good is a myth. It is, unless believed in. Belief is proved in practice. Actions speak louder than words. I believe what you do, not what you say.

The state we’re in is not a state of grace. I understand you all too well. You would try the patience of a saint. Thank you for allowing me to speak. I allow myself. Unspoken words, seldom heard.

The truth lies bleeding.

Tich Ennis

30th March, 2017

 

Reality

Don’t worry, I’m there, or at least here, if only for the beer.

Be of good cheer.

I’m the good guy, I will save you before I die.

And you said there are no good guys, get wise.

I am an overgrown teenager, the lone ranger.

Idealism is unrealistic but is not dead.

Reality to the rescue when I get out of bed.

I sleep, I dream, I fantasise.

An end to lies.

In the morning I wake.

End heartbreak.

Tich Ennis

27th March, 2017

Learning

A website is made up of webpages and may have only one, called the homepage. It may have interactivity and sound and vision files available. Its look and feel, so called, is decided on by its maker or designer.

WordPress is the most popular and highly recommended website maker and is free.

A website name is called its domain name and must be unique, yours alone. I infer the name may not include spaces, although I could be wrong but probably am not. This is a pity if so, I mean about not including spaces not about me probably being wrong or otherwise.

The domain name or website name needs to be registered, costing nothing, and the website needs to be hosted, which costs about the price of a cup of coffee per month. A person can host their own website but this is problematic to the uninitiated, such as me.

Who said doing things is easy, finding out how is the hard part? Me. Goya the Spanish painter said he was still learning at 95. I am 76 not out.

If you knew all this already sorry for boring you. I didn’t. I was born a tabula rasa, blank canvas, and am still such in many respects.

This is more or less a memo to myself, I want this knowledge hardwired into my brain.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. None at all can be fatal.

You learn something new every day. Did you know whiskey is spelled differently in Ireland as distinct from Scotland? Now you do.

That’s your quota,

Tich Ennis

27th March, 2017

Singing

I can’t pretend I’m not there when I sing.

Singing is not my primary thing.

I am a man of my word, the written word.

.Are my songs the best ever heard?

Well I like them anyway and so do some other folk.

Should I make a joke?

Sorry I spoke.

I am the spoke in your bicycle wheel.

I sing with feel.

I just sold a cd.

Will he like it as much as me?

I’ll wait and see.

Tich Ennis

25th March, 2017

Michael Whoever You Are

I regard you as a fundamental particle.

The genuine article.

I know someone said you’re mad.

That’s sad.

You make me glad.

Okay, have I gone away?

From the beginning, stopped sinning?

Why are you fundamental, if not gentle?

Its like this, you see.

You are part of me.

And I of you too.

In this Irish stew.

There is more to say but who do you think I am?

I give a damn.

So do you I know.

You did before I told you so.

You give me hope, you dope.

Dope is taken to get over things.

Politicians and kings.

Things like these bring us to our knees.

Birds and bees.

Why mention nature, not the human kind?

Because it makes sense, never mind.

Others like you too I know.

I go.

I said before I don’t know when to end a poem.

By their friends shall ye know ‘em.

But Hell, I mean how do we get out of this hole?

You play a role.

That will have to do.

Me too.

Tich Ennis

25th March, 2017

That Rat

I have done this but I haven’t done that,

I suppose I’ll have to go out, I smell a rat.

I once saw a live rat in a shop window beside a loaf of bread.

On the quays in Dublin, I suppose that rat is dead.

Another time a guy walking along the quays met a girl who asked him was he doing business at half past three.

So he said to me.

Or maybe it was half past one in the afternoon, he was surprised she was out so soon.

Not under the Moon.

Tich Ennis

24th March, 2017

Christmas Presents Galore!

24th March, 2017

Lorcan and Teresa and Liz,

         First of all, apologies for being late with your Christmas presents but better late than never. I got mixed up with the calendar. To make up for it I now give the best present anyone ever got in the world, me forever!

         Yes, Michael Jackson is dead, a replacement was needed so I fill the gap. Here on CD for each of you to treasure and keep is a valuable heirloom, me on CD! Can you believe your eyes and ears! How can you be so lucky?

Some of these I recorded last year when I was a young man of 75, now 76 going on 100. Boy bands get out of the way!   The real thing is here.   Memories are made of this. It is possible to set a cd player to play on repeat for ever and ever until it wears out. Have spare players ready.

I put a film on the internet at https://tinyurl.com/GreatIrishSongs so as not to disappoint those unfortunate enough not to own a copy of this CD, Great Irish Songs, I’m very thoughtful that way.

Bob Dylan turned down the Nobel prize after hearing about Great Irish Songs, and I don’t blame him. I would in his place.

Well, I like it anyway. As you may have gathered.

And you thought you got rid of me!   No such luck. A bad penny always turns up. Don’t cry when you play it. Why get tears in your beer? You could always buy a poster of me to put on your wall.  Or join my fan club. If I had one.   That will surely come. Stranger things have happened, or have they?

This CD is the perfect gift for the man or woman who has everything, so I give it to you. Boy, will the neighbours be jealous!

You don’t get rid of me so easy. I’m here to stay.   I have staying power. And that voice! Singers all over the world will take early retirement, how can they compete? They can’t. They can hang up their rock and roll shoes. The real thing is here.

Spoken highly of in the advertisements. Accept no substitute. Life is worth living! Etcetera, etcetera. And so on and so on.

Anyway, I like it. If this is a hit I might make more. You have been warned. As Al Jolson said, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!

It’ll have to do to be going on with. Its better than nothing. How much better? Play it and see. Best wishes,

David (Tich) Ennis

24th March, 2017

1 DVD and 15 CD’S

24th March, 2017

Michael,

Here is the DVD of the film I made to publicise my singing CD called Great Irish Songs. The film comprises 5 short films, some new, some old, the old you have seen before, but so what?

The CD’S are talks or sets of talks, mainly from the BBC but one or two from other stations, Newstalk and RTE Radio 1.

  1. Age of Anger, a talk by an Indian of great intellect.
  2. Confucius
  3. Copernicus/the Burren
  4. Deaths of the Poets
  5. Fast and Slow Thinking
  6. Freudian Analysis
  7. Inspiration
  8. Irrational
  9. Irrational Decisions
  10. John Clare, Peasant Poet
  11. Newgrange
  12. Points of View 1
  13. Points of View 2
  14. Seneca
  15. William Blake biography

Three of these talks appear to be with or about Michael Lewis and his new book, these are numbers 5, 8 and 9 above. A very interesting book.

Regarding numbers 12 and 13, the Points of View talks, I enclose playlists showing the speakers and subjects.

As I said on the phone, I would like you to first play the DVD and give me a full review, favourable I hope.   It plays on the DVD exactly as on the internet, same order of films and everything, one leading straight into the next, and so on to the end.

To see that film called Great Irish Songs on the internet click on or type in this link to a computer’s address bar: https://tinyurl.com/GreatIrishSongs. Not that that concerns you as you don’t use a computer. I found how to make that short link the other day instead of the gobbledegook one the computer first provides.

Please don’t go blind or deaf before playing these. After this Heaven will be an anticlimax. Happy memories, David (Tich)

Tich Ennis

24th March, 2017

 

Fame

I haven’t got it, so what?

Fate, thanks a lot.

I would like my words and feelings shared.

Someone cared.

If I had fame people would know my name.

Others might envy me, to their shame.

What care I, I live, I die.

I ask why.

Some words I’m glad I said before I’m dead.

Unread.

Some few love the things I do.

Me too.

I love truth more than I can say.

It has not gone away.

Good day.

Tich Ennis

23rd March, 2017