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What are we supposed to do in this life, the best we can.

What can I do, I’m just a man.

I write words, I speak, I talk, enjoy.

So did I when I was a boy.

A flower is perfect, nature, an animal, are you?

I am far from perfect, who made a zoo?

There’s no such thing as perfection, a taxi man said to me.

What about a flower, what about a tree?

I do my best for all I’m worth.

Do we deserve the present of the Earth?

Tich Ennis

13th June, 2019



This message goes out to the following, as well as everyone else in the world:

Laurence O’Bryan, author and many other things besides, he wrote the Istanbul Puzzle which sold in the tens of thousands and at least one other book. I met him at the Irish Writers’ Centre in Dublin when he gave a talk, I think about social media and all that stuff which he wrote a book about, available on the internet. Laurence edited my first book, Pub Talk, that is laid out the pages and prepared the cover for printing. Editing used to mean moving paragraphs around and improving wording so it said more clearly what the writer meant. I was a journalist so I should know. Nowadays everything seems to be about appearance. Which does matter, but does not come first.

Peir Leonard, newly elected independent councillor on Wicklow county council and organiser of Culture Nights here in Arklow as well as being a mother of three. Peir is going to see if she could get me a grant from the council to pay for the printing costs of my forthcoming book, of which more later.

Paul Thompson, literary agent, based in Scotland, not my agent, I have none. I contacted him some years ago, getting his contact details from the Writers And Artists Year Book, or some such publication. He seemed approachable from his description in the book as regards submission requirements and not saying he wants no poetry, in other words human. I don’t only write poetry. But I do write poetry, why not? I have a blog, set up for me by someone else, on which more or less everything I write appears. Paul said its never been a better time to be a writer, you can get your stuff out there on a blog for instance, at no cost to the writer.   And you get likes and followers, of which I have some. Followers get a message every time I put something new on my blog, which is frequently. Paul appears busy because he does not always put a like on everything I put up right away. He has his own life to lead, don’t we all?

These then are three members of the human species of whom there are some seven billion on the planet. Not all of them have heard of each other, much less me. Paul appears gifted at saying a lot in a few words, a gift I do not share. He is only partly Irish. He said he is partly Irish, partly English and partly Scottish, so he is hated everywhere he goes.

Two of you know this, but one doesn’t. I am planning to bring out a book, Arklow Voice pretty soon. A book needs an ISBN number and bar code and Laurence has them for sale. If you go the orthodox route they cost more, but if bought in bulk they cost less each. So I texted Laurence today, and he replied. Fifty euros all in for both but I must mention his publishing company, Ardua. I have not looked them up on the internet, but will do so. I plan to put all credits such as to Ardua on the inside back cover, otherwise to a photographer and painter, who is one and the same person. Possibly also to the printers, Blueprint, here in Arklow, who printed for me before.

I am not sure whether to think of Arklow Voice as a book or a magazine. I find I would have enough money probably to pay for a first run of 100 copies. This is because I get carer’s allowance for my brother and they gave me a bulk amount last week, which I did not count but have in an envelope in my pocket, quite a lot of fifty notes. That was unexpected, call it serendipity if you like big words.

So I am now entering the real world, or at least dipping my toe in the water. I made a cd of myself singing old out of copyright Irish songs, a copy of which I gave to Peir, the last copy I had, on loan. Some guy who has a cd shop in Wicklow town made a cd of himself and others playing Irish music, not very well, as it happens. He said no one buy your stuff unless you’re famous. I’m not famous, everyone starts somewhere sometime if ever. Here I’m not plugging my cd, just talking about getting an audience. I was interviewed on East Coast Radio when I brought out Pub Talk, I can talk, people who know me will vouch for that. My brother gave most copies of that book away, saying its publicity. That rather annoyed me, my stuff is free on the internet, like air. Does nobody want to pay for anything? The real world costs money, the internet doesn’t. A friend of mine thinks printed media will survive, I had my doubts, but apparently its making a bit of a comeback.

Getting stuff out there if you self publish is a bit of a nightmare. Easons here in the shopping centre don’t take anything unless sent by head office. Paul, Easons until about 1920 were part of WH Smith until bought out in a management buyout, they are more of less the same, in other words a supermarket where no one knows anything about what they sell, books or otherwise. They have stores all over Ireland and are distributors as well, of magazines a well as everything else that might sell. I see they now sell plastic toys.

There are independent bookshops here where people actually know and care about what they sell which is apparently unusual nowadays. Such as Bridge Street Books, where my book launch for Pub Talk was held, attended by Laurence O’Bryan among others. They won an award twice in recent years as the best bookshop in Ireland, that’s telling you.

Laurence, if I use the name Ardua as publisher could you actually approach any distributor about distributing Arklow Voice? Say Centra here in Arklow, I know the manager fairly well, getting cigarettes on credit from him now and then. I showed him my last book, also slim, Reasonable Rhymes, asking him could he sell it in the shop? He said everything they have for sale, magazines, food and I suppose newspapers, the lot is supplied by Musgraves, a distributor. So okay, approach Musgraves, Centra are all over Ireland and I suppose Musgraves supply some other outlets.

Easons here in Arklow are the same, they have nothing to do with what they sell, the choice is not theirs. Easons are distributors, as I said before, there is one other similar whose name I forget. Distributors want a cut, why wouldn’t they? But they get stuff out there. Such people and also independent book shops look at stuff from the point of view of will it sell, they don’t want to waste shelf space.   The first question some would ask is am I famous, no, has there been any publicity, not yet, but I could talk on radio, try and stop me.   Of course, if you were publisher, Laurence, you also can’t live without money. Join the club. There are a lot of questions I have to ask, such as should the price be on the cover, probably not, and what the Hell money should we charge for it to whoever? I sold some copies of my cd to strangers, likeable strangers, for ten euros a copy. But I can’t talk to seven billion people.   Partly the price depends on the printing cost. I am not a business man, if I was I would be rich.

I am not writing a book called How Crap Life Is, we all know that already. But what are we doing about it?   We have Peir Leonard. Where there’s life, there’s hope. I don’t expect people to do things for nothing for me, that’s slavery. See the Geneva Convention. Ask Abraham Lincoln.

Paul, you may be feeling ignored. There is an English word iffy.   Things are pretty iffy at the moment. You said you would look at any contract if I ever got one although you are not my agent, who does not exist. If some sort of arrangement is made between me as author and Laurence in this case will you throw your agent’s eye over it?   Not being you I have not said all this in a few words. Latin is very terse, have you tried that?

Peir, I will see you on Thursday at eleven at the Riverside Café unless Armageddon intervenes.   There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy, and I quote, extensively, always from the best sources, that was Shakespeare, didn’t you pay attention at school?

If any of you read between the lines as well as on them you may know what I’m on about. Get to know Peir better by reading my interview with her on my blog or in Arklow Voice, which we will move Heaven and Earth to get printed. Why the Hell did that last line come out like that, all spaced out? Spacers among you please explain. A friend of mine said his neighbour said he had written a book containing just two words, the end. He could have said finis, another guy said. I now say the same, finis, terse as usual. Bye.

You may wonder why I called this piece Struggle, its about the struggle of the artist to get his voice heard, of which this is an example. Why does the artist want his voice heard? That’s another question. Not all are geniuses like Van Gogh who cut off his ear and sent it to his girlfriend although that is not what he is most famous for. Life has its ups and downs. Finally finis,

Tich Ennis

11th June, 2019

Peir Leonard Interview

Tich: You were elected to Wicklow county council on Monday. Did you expect to get elected?

Peir: No. (Laughs).

T: Expect nothing and you won’t be disappointed. I thought you said you know a lot of people?

P: I do.

T: That doesn’t mean anything.

P: It means nothing.

T: I know Pat Hoey and I voted for him and he didn’t get elected. I asked him does he know many dead people, he said all the people in the cemetery! I said to his father, I see your son is standing for election, he said is he mad? I said everyone is mad, some are madder than others.

Politics has been described as showbusiness for ugly people.

P: (Laughs, said something I didn’t catch).

T: Where were you brought up?

P: In Arklow. Abbeyville.

T: Did you ever live in England?

P: No, never.

T: Some man who heard you on the radio said you sounded English. Do you take that as an insult?

P: Not at all. I’ve got a lot of relatives who live over in England.

T: I met a cousin of yours, Margo. The one who’s married to a blind guy. She said she was voting for you.

P: Very good.

T: I think I got some people to vote for you.

P: I should hope so.

T: So you’ll have to do me favours.

P and T: (Laughter).

T: Have you got any brown envelopes?

P: I’ll have to stockpile them.

T: There’s a thing called clientelism which I read about in Irish politics. If people are entitled to something they should go to where you get it and not ask a local politician to do it for them.

P: Absolutely.

T: If you are due the old age pension you will get it. If you are due planning permission you will get it.

P: Absolutely. There’s processes. That’s why people vote for parties, they think that’s what it is, doing them favours.

T: A few elections ago some guy said to me he was voting for independents. I said would you like a government made up completely of independents? He thought for a minute and said no.

P: No.

T: I thought they’d all be disagreeing with each other. You’re in a party of one, I don’t suppose you’re going to resign from yourself.

P: What I’m going to do is be the bridge of communication.

T: Brendan Behan said the first item on the agenda of any new political party is the split.

P: (Laughs).

T: Can I go all schmaltzy? How many children have you?

P: Three.

T: What age range?

P: I’ve one 21 and she’s in art college.

T: What’s the youngest one?

P: Eight.

T: A woman in England called Shirley Conran wrote a book, I forget what she called it, about having it all, making it as an entrepreneur and having a family.

P: Alright.

T: Is that what you’re going to try to do?

P: No. My kids have been great. I’ve been going to schools and got to know all the parents for years.

T: Do teachers say what they really think on report cards or do they go in for plamas?

P: No.

T: Your child has great potential but he hasn’t realised any of it. (Laughs).

P: (Laughs).

T: What can I say? You’re the great white hope.

P: I’m getting that feeling off everybody.

T: Lets be specific. How many times does Wicklow county council meet?

P: Once a month I think, I’m not sure. I’ve no information at all.

T: You’re a county councillor and you don’t know. (Laughs).

P: There’s been no information given out.

T: Do you know what you’re very like?

P: What?

T: Socrates, who was regarded as the wisest man in the world. On his deathbed his last words were all I know is I know nothing. (Laughs).

P: (Laughs).

T: I looked up on the internet the duties and so on of a county councillor but I’ve forgotten what they are. (Laughs).

Are you going to make a maiden speech?

P: A maiden speech?

T: Are you a maiden? (Laughs).

P: No.

T: Why not? (Laughs). Anyway, a man said to me if Ireland discovered oil it would ruin us. He didn’t say why but I know why. It would all go to politicians and state employees and glossy buildings for themselves.

P: Yes.

T: Do you agree with that man?

P: Yes. Everything is always based on profit.

T: Yet another man I know said we don’t need to change the electoral system, we need to change the electorate.

P: Yes.

T: So how come they voted for you? Are you a pig in a poke? (Laughs). I asked you that in one of my messages, how can you be one of us and yet not one of us at the same time?

P: I’ll stay true to myself. I’m not a career politician.

T: If you’re not in it for the money what are you in it for?

P: For hope.

T: A friend of mine said, a good few years ago now, about politicians, they’re all rich when they retire.

P: They’re rich in what way?

T: Money.

P: There are other currencies than money. I’d rather be rich in my heart.

T: I mean Haughey got an island out of it. Why weren’t the criminal assets bureau called in? Can you explain that?

P: (Laughs).

T: Unexplained wealth.

P: (Laughs). I’ve no interest in money. That’s why I’ll be ok.

T: I would like to have some money. You mean you can’t be bribed?

P: Enough is plenty. I could have chosen paths in life where I would have been very comfortable.

T: Hardly any politician ever goes to jail, why is that?

P: I know. I’ll try and find out.

T: In some countries in the world, I won’t mention which, it is illegal to criticise the government.

P: Really?

T: Yes. Here you can criticise the government but it doesn’t make any difference.

P: (Laughs).

T: That’s called freedom. (Both laugh). I could sing you a song but I won’t. Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.

P: Yeah.

T: Freedom don’t cost nothing but its free. Pardon my grammar, someone else wrote it. (Both laugh).

T: That’s Kris Kristofferson, his songs are great.

P: Yes, absolutely.

T: From the coalmines in Kentucky to somewhere else. I was reciting a song to someone sometime, I said you know this song, she said she didn’t. I said you must know it and I was saying something, something, something when I didn’t know the words. She said I like the something, something, something bit. (Both laugh).

Oh yes, listen, what do you understand by the word populism? Is that giving people what they want, not what they need?

P: I don’t know, I’ll have to look that up.

T: I’m not sure, but they hate foreigners for one thing.

P: Its just a trendy word.

T: Ah no, it means something. Do you know what people want? I’m going to tell you what they want. It’s in a song. Everything you want, everything you like its illegal, its immoral or it makes you fat. (Both laugh). Its an old song.

P: I think people aren’t against immigrants and people like that,

they’re against change to their culture and values.

T: I’ll quote two sayings to you. A famous monk of an abbey in Ireland, on his deathbed said to the other monks, above all, resist change.

P: Yes.

T: I’ve something else to say.   Have you any loose change, I’m talking about change here.   Some Indian guru said the only constant is change.

P: Yes.

T: And yet another thing, but I said this. Change can be for the worse.

P: Oh yes.

T: I mean you could get Donald Trump. (Laughing).

P: I know.

T: You haven’t asked me this but I’ll tell you anyway. If the world was to be made in the image of America or China I would choose America as the lesser of two evils.

P: Yes.

T: Will you write to the American embassy on my behalf and tell them that. (Both laugh). You could be president someday.

P: I know.

T: My sister said she doesn’t want to run for president, you know the way they tear each other apart. (Laughs).

P: I could be president of Arklow.

T: Someone asked me what does a president do anyway. I said he shakes hands with people coming in from other countries. He said sure anyone could do that. (Both laugh).

P: Absolutely.

T: Could you do that? Listen, as a politician don’t you have to kiss babies and tell people they’re lovely and all that?

P: I’m good at that. (Both laugh).

T: My sister goes all goo goo over babies but I don’t.

P: Ah, you’re a man. (They laugh).

T: We were staying at some guy’s house and he likes true crime dramas, they were true, you know, and my brother said they’re very violent. He said they’re for men. (They laugh). Women can be violent.

P: Oh they can.

T: Are you that type?

P: No.

T: What are you like when you’re angry?

P: I’m very easy going. I hate bullies.

T: Can calm, considered words win an argument?

P: Absolutely.

T: My older brother, who is now dead, but I didn’t kill him. There is such a thing as fratricide, I sometimes feel like committing it. (Both laugh). Anyway, he never raised his voice in his whole life, but I do.

P: Yeah.

T: He said when somebody is arguing with you and shouting at you, lower your voice, speak to them very quietly and they go away.   (Both laugh).

One of my nephews said when people are disagreeing with him, telling him some other way is right, he just says yes and they go away. (They laugh).

Oh yes, a very left wing politician in DunLaoghaire said he’s not a politician, he’s an activist. That’s because politician has become a dirty word.

P: Yes.

T: You are entering a cesspool when you enter politics. Its your job to clean out the sewer, and that river while you’re at it. My brother calls it the River Sewage, I call it the Sewage Canal.

P: They intend to build concrete on either side to make it more like a sewer.

T: Somebody who talked sense said if there are bends in a river they should be there because they take more water. If you straighten out a river there’s more water in it and it floods.

P: Yes.

T: I have other things to say to you. Small shopkeepers and other shopkeepers complain about the rates. What is the rates money going on? You find that out. Get them not to waste it.

P: Absolutely.

T: You could reduce the rates if you stopped wasting money, I don’t know what they’re wasting money on.

P: We need to find common ground and be a loud voice.

T: Money does not solve every problem.

P: No, it doesn’t.

T: Listen to me, some guy from a very poor African country that won a lot of medals in the Olympics said having very good sporting facilities does not make you win the Olympics.

P: Absolutely.

T: People succeed against the odds. People like Ronny Delaney and Katy Taylor, they didn’t have great facilities.

P: No, and they won. Yeah.

T: Do you know what a politician would love? To build a stadium and have his name on it.

P: I know, yeah.

T: The Bertie bowl.

P: It’s a people thing, it’s the human thing that makes success.

T: Are you a human politician?

P: Yes.

T: I didn’t know there were any. Listen to me, a friend of mine, I said something about politicians, something derogatory, he said politics is a noble profession. Well, it should be.

P: Yeah.

T: Can you restore the human race’s faith in politics and politicians?

P: I’m hoping so.

T: Listen to me, I write poetry and do you know what, my sister in law, who is not Irish, but that doesn’t mean she’s no good.

P: (Laughs).

T: She said she doesn’t read poetry because she doesn’t understand it.

P: Yeah.

T: And I think people who write what’s called poetry nowadays don’t understand it themselves. (Laughs). People are right not to understand it, its rubbish. Some comedian said about poets, why don’t they come straight out and say it? (Both laugh).

Some poems which people treat with great respect, but I don’t, people have about a hundred interpretations of them. But if its clear and simple everybody understands it. That’s the way poetry should be.

P: Yes. Absolutely.

T: I don’t want to go on too much about poetry, but Patrick Kavanagh was a pretty good poet in Ireland. He wrote Raglan Road, which is a great song sung by Luke Kelly. I don’t know who wrote the music, did he write the music, I don’t know. But anyway, the teaching profession or the educational system say they’re not going to teach Patrick Kavanagh anymore, because he’s not fashionable. Since when has fashion had anything to do with anything that matters? Do you know what I mean?

P: Yes, yeah.

T: Alright, I won’t sing the national anthem, I won’t stand up. When I was young they used to play the national anthem at the end of a cinema show, and everyone would try to get out before it. (Laughs).

Cheerio then.

Tich Ennis

1st June, 2019










What To Do Two

I am preparing a magazine to be called Arklow Voice though whether it will ever happen only God knows, assuming he knows the future or indeed anything. If I was writing his report card I would say must try harder.

The front cover of the magazine will have a picture of my house, Reality, named by me, the photograph as yet untaken, by me. We recently had our house painted on the outside, the inside to follow, although we have no money, my brother and I who jointly own the house and live together in peace and harmony, moreyah, or however that should be spelled. It means more or less or not at all or anything you want it to mean.

The magazine will be of up to 48 pages in A5, book size, and I await a quotation from a local printer who said he is working out a good price for me. Cover outside and inside to be in colour, the content entirely in black and white, because that is cheaper.

I thought of having writing by other people in it besides myself but is anyone else any good? They may think so, in that case let them bring out their own magazine. I am hoping to get some funding from the county council but that may never happen, expect nothing and you won’t be disappointed.

Arklow Voice to have interviews by me of local people as well as some of my writing of pre-existing date, poetry and maybe a play. Almost no one bought my first book, Pub Talk, so I will have one piece taken from that, A Drunk’s Defence. My very kind brother gave away most of the copies I had printed of Pub Talk, saying its publicity.

I have interviewed two people so far for the interview section, Peir Leonard, recently elected to Wicklow county council as a first time candidate and Joe whose second name I am not sure of but who is a barrel of laughs.

My best friend is dead so I throw this question out to the wide earthly world. Should I have an interview with myself in the magazine? Would I ask myself any awkward questions? The interview could be David Ennis interviewing Tich Ennis, the second being my writing name or pen name. Anyway, so much for that.

Peir and I are putting together a book which could be called Life Itself but is to be called Poet And Politician.   Real life as it is lived. So far so good. It’s a happening kind of thing, a page turner, you never know what will happen next. I am meeting Peir today with a hobo of my acqaintance who needs rehousing to see if Peir can do anything about that in her new guise as public representative.

Whether anything will ever happen in any of these goals remains to be seen, Arklow Voice, Poet And Politician and Harry getting the house of his dreams. Peir seems quite productive, she has three children, also a pottery kiln. Peir had the idea poems of mine could be put on mugs, I said why not plaques, then I said call them Wall Poems. Peir said that’s a great idea. She could fire them in her kiln, she has done that before on to ready bought tiles, don’t ask me about that, someone wanted hand painted chickens on tiles in their kitchen, that was a joint effort between my sister Helena Brennan, potter, who painted the chickens in glaze on tiles supplied by Peir, the pictures being transferred on to the tiles by a transfer method, that done by Peir.

From little acorns mighty oak trees grow. Unless aborted at birth. Arklow here used to have a large employer called Arklow Pottery, since closed, could it ever reopen to fire my Wall Poems, why not, Henry Ford had a dream, and look what happened to him.   He did something about it, that’s what.

Mass produced poetry, pottery poetry, that has a ring to it. Cheer up, it might never happen. Stranger things have happened. Some believe in flying saucers.   Keep the faith.

Peir has enthusiasm. Is that a fatal disease? She has can do, get up and go, stick to-it-iveness, and various other qualities presumably as yet undiscovered by me. So far so good.

What should I do? Keep going. Keep right on to the end of the road. Don’t allow yourself to become ensnared in the illusions and fantasies of others. Or even your own. C’est la grand illusion. French. It is the grand illusion. What is, this thing called life? You could have fooled me. You tried very hard, God knows, I’m nobody’s fool. But am I fooling myself? Maybe I should have been the politician, not Peir.   You can fool some of the the people all the time and all the people some of the time but not all the people all the time.   Sincerity is the most important thing of all, when you can pull that one off you can get away with anything. Advice to budding politicans, not to speak of poets.

Art should not be a thing apart someone said. An artist said when people don’t understand something they call it art. Bring art to life! People such as me don’t go to art exhibition openings because they think they are full of posh, pretentious pseuds and dilletantes, people who pretend to be interested in art but only went there to be seen and not to see the art.   Peir went to one such event yesterday, she is a politician, I did not go for the above reasons but will attend later to see the paintings, not to be seen.

Someone said to me start small and start local. Would you believe Arklow Voice? Much less Poet And Politician. I’ll believe it when I see it, says you. Me too. Irish stew.

I am a poet. I warned you. You’ll get what’s coming to you. If I ever get around to it.   My interview with Peir Leonard was fifteen minutes long recorded on my mobile phone, hand written out by me on 28 pages and not typed yet. It’s a hard oul’ station, and getting harder all the time.   Its called work. Nothing happens of its own accord, and nothing happens very often.

Should I keep going? Should Peir keep going? Should the river keep flowing? Preferably effluent free. Which is not now the case. The river through Arklow, in which people used to swim. But not now. Can you do anything about that, Peir?

If all these things come to fruition there will be many apples in the orchard. Dreamers, wake up! Put your dreams into action. I just thought I’d say this. Failing anything else. I could go on and on for all eternity but that would wear me out. And you. God knows you’ve been patient up to know. You’ll get what’s coming to you. If I have anything to do with it. But will you even notice?   That remains to be seen.

I’ll give you a chance. Give me one. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. It runs right through Arklow, alongside the river stench, as it might be called.   The Ganges is a sacred river and, guess what, its polluted. Join the club.

This message gives you something, in fact many things to look forward to. And backward on if they happen.   We have a glorious past behind us. Now lets make the future. The future starts now. We cannot live on promises alone. Is a poet’s promise worth the paper its written on? We’ve tried politicians. Now try them both. In combination. Mix your drinks. You get drunk quicker that way. Or so they say, and they should know.

I end as I began, I’m only a man, I have a plan, more or less, unmake a mess, God bless.   I wrote this for fun. Time has just begun. And about time too. I have things to do. Talking to you. Who made the sky so blue? Me and Picasso too.   Over and out. Lights out. Sleep. Dream. A rainbow colour scheme. You know what I mean. Wait and see. From me.

Tich Ennis

8th June, 2019

Wave Audio

Wave Audio

6th June, 2019


Here are the 9 BBC Radio 4 talks you asked me to record and send to you, each about 15 minutes long, in the series 50 Things That Made The Modern Economy.

These discs may not play on your CD player because of the format they are recorded in, Wave format, called by me Wav format, because that’s what the computer calls it.

I wanted to record the entire 2 hours in MP3 (compressed) form but the computer wouldn’t let me, because I recorded them from the podcasts in Wave format. Why did I do that? Because I left my recorder program in that mode from when I did something I wanted in that format. My computer does not care which of several formats audio is recorded in, I should have set it back to MP3 format which is what almost everything I have on my PC is in.

Changing audio format from Wav to MP3 can be done when you know how, which I don’t. There are, as usual, several confusing explanations of how to do that on the web, if I think hard and long enough I may be able to figure out which way is most simply explained and is capable of being done with my software on my (Mac) computer by me.

If these 2 discs play on your CD player then of course I don’t need to reformat the audio. If not, ok, I will convert to MP3 and pretend there was nothing to it and send you another package containing only one disc of about 2 hours playing time as I originally intended.

If you cant play the WAVE discs with this package please deposit them in your nearest landfill site, don’t send back to me. These 2 discs I send here are capable of being recorded over but I never do that and don’t know how and don’t want to learn.   They were given to me by a person who sometimes wants me to make audio recordings although I told him to buy the ones which can only be recorded on once, the only kind I ever get because I believe in being right first time and as far as I know they are cheaper. I also said not to get them with those hard covers but get the ones in paper envelopes only but he didn’t follow my instructions in that regard either.   What is the world coming to?

Anyway, if these play, ok, if not, not. I am sending today Thursday so you may know the best or worst as early as Friday if the postman’s horse gallops quickly. The post sometimes gets there sooner than I expect, being used to everything taking forever here in the land that time forgot.

I was extremely disappointed when the computer wouldn’t do as it was told and record all this stuff here in MP3 on one disc, but that’s life.

Here are two lists of the recordings on the two discs I send here, which I called A and B, one with 5 15 minute recordings and the other with 4.   Which may of course be of no relevance to you, in which case file in the wastepaper basket.

If life was simpler there would be less to talk about. But it isnt. One or other of us can ring the other and find out whether or not I have to go through this all over again, this time with feeling, having allowed for time for the postman and time for you and your cd player to find out the good or bad news.

I expect to ring say on Tuesday next to hear the news. Oh yes, please send me a tenner for mental strain and hard labour. The programs are all very interesting, when you can hear them.

That’s all for now from the battlefront,


Tich Ennis

6th June, 2019


I May

I may have to do more for myself than I really want to do.

Someone I haven’t spoken to, I’m speaking to you.

Some areas of life fall outside my immediate expertise.

Its not easy to kill fleas.

That’s not really what I’m talking about, I don’t want to be explicit today.

Technical stuff gives me a headache, will it never go away?

Is a poet a car mechanic, usually no.

Horses for courses, snails go slow.

I’d like it done my way, what I call well.

Simplicity is best, complexity is Hell.

To achieve simplicity in outcome takes knowhow, care and thought.

These things can be earned or learned but not by a broke poet bought.

Tich Ennis

4th June, 2019