Category Archives: Acting Profession

Autobiography

If I write my life story will it be biased, self serving and subjective?

I ask you the same, can you be objective?

About yourself of course, or would you want to be?

Are you self obsessed, like me?

If so, why would anyone want to know?

Am I a show off ever showing?

Am I a person worth knowing?

Is your opinion of yourself widely shared, I might ask myself the same if I cared.

Is your self esteem high or low?

I sincerely want to know.

About myself I don’t give a damn.

I think therefore I am.

That’s second hand, so what?

That’s your lot.

Tich Ennis

4th July, 2018

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My Dead Brother

Me: What did you think when you died and found there is an afterlife after all?

He: I was pleasantly surprised.

Me: I’m glad you’re there, I thought you might be a figment of my imagination.

He: I am.

Me: Have you met Plato and Aristotle and people like that? Have they a lot to say for themselves?

He: They said it already.

Me: You said meaning is a construct people try to put on things. What does that mean?

He: You’re too clever by half.

Me: Compare me with Einstein.

He: He’s only trotting after you.

Me: You said you always knew you would have to die sometime.

He: I was right.

Me: You said I am a machine. Am I artificially intelligent?

He: Not very.

Me: Helena said the good thing about dying is you don’t have to learn any new gadgets. The world is afflicted with gadgetomania.

He: You can have too much of a good thing.

Me: A poet said these words, half in love with easeful death. Also, intimations of mortality. You had those. How are your faculties?

He: Alive and kicking.

Me: Who said, all I know is I know nothing? The one who drank hemlock.

He: Ask God or Google. Google is quicker.

Me: You’re dead right. Rest in pieces.

He: The only letters I have after my name are R.I.P.

Me: Rip van Winkle. Is this enough to be going on with?

He: More than enough. See you shortly.

Me: I’m in no hurry.

He: You never were. What’s new?

 

Tich Ennis

21st June, 2018

Free Speech

25th May, 2018

Tim,

I write on the 23rd but will post on Friday, the 25th. Here is a DVD I made called Tich Ennis DVD sample, also copy of a letter to John White to whom I sent it last Friday. The DVD is of about 15 minutes playing time and has 5 films made by me on my Apple Mac desktop computer using the supplied program, Photo Booth. I was unaware of this program until recently and now film myself speaking my pieces and put them on my blog, YouTube and Facebook.

See my letter to John White for more information.

Please let me know what you think of these movies. I consult you as to content, John as to technical aspects and Peter Somers aesthetically.

I now have several movies on the above platforms, and more waiting.   I have 100 followers of my blog, as a friend of mine said, people with nothing better to do!

I don’t know how many letters I have sent you in my lifetime, they could probably be counted on the fingers of one hand. You once said you love my letters.

I know you are in pain and often in hospital. Once exasperatedly I said to you you don’t even tell me if you read my letters or listen to or look at anything I send you. Then, you said you are in hospital, which you were. But not always.   When you are well enough please do so.   I need to know whether you want more from me. I too am human. I am not ignoring you.

Many a rose is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air. No rose without a thorn. You did respond, when prodded, when I asked about my singing CD, and excellently. Thank you. By text or voice is satisfactory, text preferred because more permanent.

Why do artists create? Fame is the spur, said someone, possibly a character in Shakespeare. Neither money nor fame are my spur. I create for love. Because I love it.   Some have said they like my stuff. Or some of it. My best friend is dead, I think he liked all of it. He has gone to that bourne from which no traveller returns.

Empathy on all sides is required. Who is sorriest for themself here, you or I? Possibly you, with some justification. How do I know if you want more from me if you don’t respond? I don’t want to give unwanted gifts. One Porsche for sale, unwanted gift. I did not so advertise.   Or Ferrari, as the case may be.

If I sound a bit bloody minded here it is because I am bleeding. Metaphorically speaking.   We may be engaged in a dialogue of the deaf.

Say it ain’t so,

David (Tich) Ennis

23rd May, 2018

Heaven

Heaven in a grain of sand, may I be that grain.

Maybe I am, or maybe I’m just a pain.

With apologies to William Blake.

Did you do a second take?

For Heaven’s sake.

Tich Ennis

1st May, 2018