Monthly Archives: September 2019

The Family Next Door

The family next door are at war.

No one agrees with each other, not even sister and brother.

Who is afraid of the people and are they right?

What will the neighbours say about this fight?

Basically ruin stares them in the face.

They know no law and order, they are a disgrace.

Oh well, so what, they thought they were great.

When you look down on others Hell is your fate.

Tich Ennis

Saturday, 28th September, 2019

My Third Book

Wednesday, 25th September, 2019

Shinobu,

Arklow Voice is my third book. Here it is in all its glory, at least it has Leonardo on the back, or an imitation. And several pictures of me. That alone makes it worth the money.

This book cost me two fifty each to get a hundred printed and I am selling it for six each, give or take a penny. More than twenty sold so far, I have not kept account. One shop had three which sold out on day one. They are selling like hot cakes a man said, I gave them ten more.

I have not forgotten the money you lent me, gone but not forgotten. I am hoping to sell this book in electronic form on the internet, Amazon Kindle. There sure is a learning curve finding out how to do it. If I do I will send you a link.

People have said they love my book. Appreciation is worth more than money. That’s what its all about. I am not merely a poet, whatever merely means. Some English queen described the Irish as the mere Irish, not the present one who is fantastic for her age. So am I.

Technically speaking, this book is saddlestitched, which means it can’t have more than forty eight pages, although I managed to sneak in fifty two, and is stapled together.   That’s because the local printer does not make books with a spine, called perfect bound, which my first book was, Pub Talk, printed in dear old England.

Anyway, enough said. In the long run we’re all dead. So said a famous economist. Economics is called the dismal science. What is sadder than one and one makes two?

Best wishes,

David (Tich) Ennis

Death Of An Idealist

When young I thought I was an idealist because I read young people are. I looked up the word, It said an idealist is a person with unrealistic expectations. So I decided I am not an idealist. I have no expectations, ideal or otherwise.

An alternative definition of an idealist is one who wants an ideal world. That’s me. An ideal world would be populated by ideal people. Fairyland. An imaginary world. It has been said, and I say it once more, for emphasis, all utopias end in dictatorship. Utopia at gunpoint is no utopia.

When younger I asked an extremist would he like to be in jail? Regular meals, a roof over your head, rent free. Isn’t that what we all want?

Throw open jail doors and ask, or ask the inmates on visiting day. What is freedom? If you have to ask you can’t afford it.

There are other institutions where all is provided but you know the sort of people who are in institutions. You may be one yourself. Marriage is an institution.

Is there any answer? It depends on the question. To a friend I once remarked I want to change the world. You’d have to change yourself first he said. Probably rightly. To another man I remarked I have friends. They must have great forbearance he said.

The spark of idealism remains within,

battling to the death with original sin.

When will I begin?

When Hollywood has a dog called Rin-tin-tin.

There is a malign spirit loose in the world said Schopenhauer.

Holy hour!

I’m not sure if this is any good but so what?

I like talking rot.

Love is a forget-me-not.

Tich Ennis

Tuesday, 24th September, 2019