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Goodbye Fantasy

I haven’t written for a while, now I do, maybe raise a smile.

I must justify my existence for what it worth, here on Earth.

Apparently all is fantasy, illusion, may I dispel confusion.

It sure is realistic as Hell, oh well.

Reality is the essence of the real, the real thing is how you feel.

My life progresses on from day to day, I have not gone away.

I hope to cross my bridges as they come and go, today a stranger said hello.

He asked had I sold any books, I said no one has any money.

He thought that was funny.

This poem arrives at no conclusion.

Free us from delusion.

Tich Ennis

1st February, 2018

To Belle Gibson, Australia, fantasy cancer con artist

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Fantasy And Reality

I am considering entering the digital world, publishing digitally, the real world having failed me miserably. I view the digital world with some revulsion for not being the real thing. I am real and live in reality, literally and metaphorically.   Those who live in the digital world wouldn’t know reality if it bit them in the you know where.   Fantasy addicts everyone. Clinics for their treatment have been set up in South Korea, or try Lourdes.

So why enter this fantastical phantasmagoria, the enemy of flesh and blood, mania itself, home of addicts, fantasists and deluded self- made fools, to coin a phrase?   To rescue them from their delusion and myself from misery.   Bring sanity to the mad house.   Set my people free.

In the real world books are made of paper, see them, feel them, smell them, drop them on your toe and know they’re there. Not so in the virtual world.   The Library of Congress in your hand but nothing in reality.   Suppose a power failure, what then? Does madness ensue? Lost without your phone.   Curl up with a book, a real book. Kiss a real girl.

So I too enter the mad house for I hope a short stay.   To visit those who fly from reality, fear it, hate it, ignore it and treat it as not existing. I know the feeling, c’est la grande illusion.   Brush up your French.

My purpose is nothing less than to bring reality to life.   The virtual world is a stepping stone to the real thing, a stone’s throw away as you might say, not to put words in your mouth.   Step one: the virtual world. Step two: the real world. When I find the key to the virtual world. So I must approach the drug peddlers.

Everyone and his aunt describes themself as a writer or author today because they live in the virtual world publishing their work there, but who buys? Almost no one. Who gets rich? The digital media barons, the drug peddlers.   You might as well scrawl on a wall.

So I will enter the world of the deluded, the fantasists, because I have nowhere else to go. The real world does not want me or my wares. It having been taken over by fantasy.   I enter your world in a reverse take over bid.   When? When I get around to it. I act the madman with an aching heart so as to conform but it is only an act. I hate myself for doing it.   But do it I will.

I am no conceptual artist. I believe in the realisation of concepts and many other things which appear to have been forgotten in this age of fantasy. Fantasy is fake reality.   Ideally I exist in both worlds, I and my work. Until the real thing comes along.

So I shall be coming soon to a device near you.  Don’t say you weren’t warned.

Tich Ennis

19th January, 2018

Patreon – Artist Patronage

Dear reader, if any.  I have no idea why this stuff came out formatted this way, I cut and pasted from gmail, bear with me. d

Patreon – Artist Patronage

Tich Ennis 
Jan 16 (2 days ago)
to Helena

https://tichennis.wordpress.com/2018/01/16/patreon-maybe/

 

I don’t know much about this yet but it seems good.  I need to find out more.  Keep going,

d

Tich Ennis 
10:26 PM (22 hours ago)
to Luke, Kevin

Luke,

 

Helena thought I should ask you about this Patreon thing, suggested to my by Kevin a couple of years ago, but I am only now investigating it.  Check out my link above, absolutely at the consideration and investigation stage, that’s where I am.

Some guy said in a video that Patreon is only a subscription or Patronage site, the artist has to make him or herself known, so as to get followers, on other social media platforms, Facebook, Instagram or whatever.  So people know they exist.

There is a lot I don’t know about Patreon, yet.  What do you think?

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZ1mE6IORYQ

 

This guy in this link is analytical and quite good, talking about the patronage models, a per item or per month basis, the pros and cons of each.

 

On some other video I got the idea an artist can offer choices to their patrons, one or other of the above and set the amount in each case, maybe have various patrons at their own choice of amount of and method of payment.

 

I don’t know if anyone can browse on Patreon and check various art forms, videos or whatever, hopefully yes, but maybe not.

 

Whatever Patreon is it is not alone the answer to every artist’s problems.

 

Some books on Patreon are available on Amazon UK, mostly by download.  I’ll check them out.

 

Books when good have a good comprehensive overview.  What is it, how does it work, the first questions.  The Devil is in the detail, as I said to Helena.

 

Find out all about it and then don’t do it?  A false dawn?

 

A small apple is better than none, make your own analogy.

 

It is good it exists.  Not many know I do.  I have 81 followers on my blog.  I never or hardly ever look at my Facebook page but copy my blog entries there.  One real flesh and blood human said he likes my stuff on Facebook, keep putting it there.

 

Even a few patrons are better than none or would be.

 

Something is better than nothing.

 

Have you any thoughts?  Finding good stuff on the internet is liking finding a Ming vase in a rubbish dump.

 

I have been told I will be famous after I die.  Looks like a fake suicide is in order.

 

No wreaths please,

 

David

 

 

Attachments area

Preview YouTube video Patreon: Pros and Cons

Patreon: Pros and Cons

 

Tich Ennis 
10:38 AM (9 hours ago)
to Helena, Luke, Kevin

 

———- Forwarded message ———-
From: Tich Ennis >

On further reading it appears Patreon does not allow browsing except for the top five in each category.  An artist must publicise or market themselves elsewhere, social media for example.  This is just what I am not good at.

I would have preferred if it could be described as like an art gallery, a bookshop or a record and cd shop where the public may browse the total stock, as well as ask for things by name.  But no.

The two books on Amazon on Patreon have conflicting reviews, thumbs up and thumbs down, the nay sayer saying of one all this information can be got off Youtube, the frequently asked questions and About, on the Patreon website.

The difference is its all together in a book, a book is quicker and better than hunting all over the place.

I will still consider Patreon.

When on my blog I put all my posts on Twitter, FaceBook and that Google plus thing or whatever its called.

Whether anyone notices is up to them.

I sometimes put a link to my most recent blog post on one of those chatlines that comes up alongside when I call up a radio station I listen to.

That is the extent of my interaction with the digital world.

Neither I nor my work is famous.

Yours humbly,

David

 

 

 

Tich Ennis 
7:47 PM (41 minutes ago)
to Helena, Luke, Kevin

So I assess Patreon and find it wanting.  I have not given up all hope.  Nor do I know every detail about this thing Patreon.  My investigation is not complete.

As to self advertising, which is alien to my nature, I could publish an e-book on Kindle or wherever and maybe collect some reviews.  Including naysayers.

Samuel Johnston said the Irish are a very fair minded people, they never speak well of one another.  Bang on. Some people are born to criticise, in the negative sense.  Nature or nurture? Even Patreon is not all bad.

There is a little good in the worst of us and a little bad in the best of us.

Said a deceased relative, speaking while alive.

If the mountain won’t come to Mahomet Mahomet must come to the mountain.  The artist similarly?  The general public live in blissful ignorance of myself and my work.  When ignorance is bliss tis folly to be wise.

James of Beat That the oldie and second hand book store said my brother and I should stage a naked protest outside the local hotel which won’t put up my poster even though they suggested it, making world wide headlines and myself famous in the process.  My brother said we should wait for better weather.

The naked artist.  Burned at the steak.  Medium rare.  What to do with my ashes?  Lay them alongside my work, hopefully not also consumed in flames.

I, hermit.  Not robot.  Isaac Asimov said that first.  As we say in this country, its a hard oul’ station.  And getting harder all the time.  And I quote.

The internet lacks an editor, keeping the good stuff, throwing out the bad.  Nowadays editing is thought to mean mere appearance, which font, layout on the page, nothing to do with the content and what it says.  Boybands chosen for appearance not voice.  The world we live in.  Appearance also matters, but it is not the only thing.  Say that in a beauty parlour.

Says I to a woman outside a hotel who said she had been at the beauty parlour, did it make any difference?  That must have made you very popular said a friend.

I described the treatment I would offer as a beauty treatment.  Paint all over then use paint stripper.  Would you come, I asked her?  Mud baths, milk baths, cucumber on your eyes, I ask you.  The world we live in.

I’m in the wrong business.

Yours artistically,

David

I have not condemned Patreon to Hell.

d

Tich Ennis

18th January, 2018

 

 

Patreon – Maybe?

I am considering signing up for the artists’ patronage site, Patreon.  At a glance it appears good or maybe very good.  I don’t allow myself to get excited.  Some guy said he doesn’t believe in positive thinking because you think its going to happen and it doesn’t then you get all depressed.

Where have all the patrons gone?  Gone to the digital world, everyone.  There goes the mob, I am their leader, I must follow them.  After further consideration.  Look before you leap.  Yesterday we stood on the edge of an abyss, today we take a great leap forward – Russian politician.

My most recent poem blogged here, Sinn Fein, is not my most recent poem, I normally put them up chronologically, in order of writing.  I suppose I’ll get around to putting that earlier one up.   I need to read up about Patreon.

Its snowing here now, first snow I’ve seen for a long time.  Predicted, but predictions are often unreliable.  You can’t be wrong all the time.

About Patreon, when I know what, how, and why I may write further on that topic.  If it works, it works.  It appears to work for some, as far as I can see from a brief study.

I feel my stuff is uncategorisable, does not fit any niche or genre, I know some like it.  The real world and the virtual, the real world is more expensive.  Matter matters, matter costs.  Paper, ink, printing, plastic discs, but I like that world too.  It is my first love.

So I climb a learning curve.  Slow learner though I be.  I desire a comprehensive overview.  I feel it may take me three days to get there, the summit, apex, pinnacle, look up your thesaurus.  Top.  From where I will survey the scene.

Where to have the picnic?  Or whether, weather permitting.  The top will do, enjoy the view.  Birds may eat the crumbs.  The joy of alfresco, no floor to sweep up.  And if you spill your drink don’t panic.  Far from the kitchen sink.

Patreon here I come but will you notice?  New worlds to conquer, said the unwanted immigrant.  Napoleon was not French, I console myself with that thought.  An outsider.  With an objective view.

Does anyone want my tourist postcards?

Tich Ennis

16th January, 2018

 

Converging Concepts

Maths, art, science, literature, philosophy, religion are converging to a single point.

A Russian scientist said that, whom the saints anoint.

Speaking for myself, I concur.

I who infrequently err.

Love is where you find it wherever that may be.

An old pop song or a cup of tea.

Did Adam and Eve do wrong or did they make a mistake?

The Reader’s Digest said that in my years of heartache.

I made mistakes in my time.

Who is without crime?

Everything should rhyme.

I do be and I does be talking rot.

That’s not all I’ve got.

Whoever is responsible, thanks a lot.

I think this poem is rather good but who am I to say?

Have it your way.

Perhaps the last two lines should be in parentheses or, as you might say, bracket.

If you have a bad child do you smack it?

Tich Ennis

4th December, 2017

Dear Millionaire

Millionaire, Somewhere

1st December, 2017

Dear Millionaire,

I wrote to you in 2014 enclosing a copy of my book Pub Talk which you paid ten euros for and wrote a nice letter of appreciation, thank you.   I am still alive and kicking at the age of 76 and writing and, what’s more, singing!

Here is my latest (second) book also self-published, Reasonable Rhymes, and my CD (self singing) Great Irish Songs and a Christmas Card, self and Santa. Cost of CD ten euros.   Book five. (Twenty would be nice).

I hope you enjoy them all. If the music is not to your taste perhaps you know someone to whom it would make a suitable gift.

I now live in Reality, Seaview Avenue, Arklow, Co. Wicklow, house named by me. My brother thinks it funny to have civil servants writing to reality!

Technical and price details: The book, saddle-stitched, costs me three euros to have printed here locally and the CD hopefully costs me about or less than four euros to have duplicated, cover and all.   All design and layout work by me. Cover photo on book a lily from a neighbour’s garden, photo by my sister, idea of my brother.

Also here are two pieces of writing, a poem I wrote today while thinking of possibly writing to you, called Millionaire, and something I wrote called Books And Other Things. I have a blog with 81 followers, If I was a pop singer I suppose I would have millions.   Also am on Facebook and YouTube, under my professional name of Tich Ennis, birth name David.

Someone said you don’t get rich writing poetry, how about singing?   My brother says its much easier to sell a music CD than a book of poetry, people are put off poetry because of the strange, meaningless stuff written in its name today, that’s why I called my book rhymes,

I hope you may at least play and listen to my CD, of course as well as read my book, you liked the last one. The songs are all out of copyright, so I won’t have to pay any royalties if I manage to sell any. The CD mastered by Beardfire of Dublin, some people here are professional and know what they’re doing, you may take that personally if you like.   My brother says the CD sounds 25 per cent better since mastering, presentation is all-important.

Oops, I came onto a second page, I meant to keep this fairly short, I know you are busy. As I am on a second page I may as well put that poem I wrote today (26th November) here.   Title arbitrary, with or without your second name. Here goes:

Millionaire

You live in your world I in mine may our worlds collide?

Or intersect if that’s correct, the Moon controls the tide.

Who knows what may happen all is happenstance.

What girl may dance with you at a dance?

The Muse is musing and comes not at a time of your choosing.

Life is for living has been said at the worst confusing and at the best amusing.

If I go all transcendental here you might say I’m mental.

Have a very good year.

Tich Ennis

25th November, 2017

         Now that I’ve got that out of the way what else is left to say? Okay, nix with the rhymes. Address me as David, hear final track on my CD, In reality, or Reality, I am David.

What I like about those songs are the great words, basically I am a writer, I love words. The slogan on the front, At least you can hear the words, was said by someone I gave the CD to in an earlier incarnation, I thought it was funny so I put it on. I was the best reader in my class at school (showing off!)

My best friend says I can’t sing but I have a unique voice. I was told at school I can’t sing, so was Elvis. We have that in common.

My mother, a piano teacher, said timing is more important than getting the exact note, my rhythm I think is good. And you can hear the words, which is more than can be said for some singers. I love all the songs.   A local singer said you should only sing songs you like.

The Santa on the card I send is a local guy, the best Santa I ever saw, and what’s more his beard is real, he started growing it last June.   I saw him on the street and asked a girl to photo me with him.   Kids followed him off stage and were having their photo taken with him.   Happenstance, see poem above!

So I got the photo printed and am using it as a Christmas card and costing less than shop bought ones!

The number of people who have paid for my work are a small and select group, join the club, please, if you will. Enjoy!

         Tich Ennis

26th November, 2017

Books And Other Things

Is there any point in reading all the great books assuming you have time enough and if you did what good would it do you or anyone else and would you have time to do anything else at all in your life? A man died while watching the Eurovision Song Contest. I know the feeling.

James Joyce said the appreciation of his work requires a lifetime’s application. Probably only half joking. A psychiatrist said she would not do it if she had two lifetimes. Sorry, James. Joyce also said he wanted to forge the unfinished conscience of his race in the smithy of his soul. Fine words butter no parsnips. That sort of thing gives rhetoric a bad name.

Substitute whatever turns you on for the word books in the title here, music or whatever the Hell else. Yes, I love music. Or dancing or golf, God help us. The perennial student, always studying, never doing. Is that a life well spent? What is life for? Look it up, there are conflicting opinions. Have you an opinion of your own or are all your ideas second hand?

What is the purpose of art, to inspire, enlighten, amuse, entertain, educate or what? This question has been answered before and if you don’t know you weren’t paying attention. For the word art substitute life. Or vice versa, whatever you like.

Look up the word dictionary in a dictionary. You might as well know something as nothing. The purpose of education if you are an egomaniac is to look down on others, be condescending and become an intellectual snob. Good luck with it.   There is no fool like an educated fool said Samuel Johnson.   He described a lexicographer as a harmless drudge. He should know, he wrote a dictionary, what did you do?

(Lexicographer, one who writes a dictionary. That’s telling you. Two can play at this intellectual snob thing.)   It takes one to know one. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, when you think you know it all and you don’t. There is such a thing as inverted intellectual snobbery, being proud of knowing nothing. Equally repulsive.

Who says? I do. Who am I to speak? More or less no one, speak for yourself. What everyone knows is wrong, get that into your head. I believe what you do, not what you say. Liar, liar pants on fire.

So, are books, or indeed life, worthwhile? You get out of them what you put into them. If you get one good thing out of a book its worthwhile, said a brother of mine. Same applies to life, in all its forms. Art or otherwise, or digging roads or ploughing fields. As you sow so shall you reap, old saying. Life will do to be going on with.

Any day you’re above ground is a good day. Said a man now dead, but remembered. This is more or less all I have to say on the subject. Figure it out yourself.

I wrote this like Jack Kerouac wrote On The Road, more or less typing without stopping, like jazz improvisation. That’s not writing that’s typing, someone said.

Okay, I paused for thought between sentences, I’m not Jack Kerouac.

Tich Ennis

22nd November, 2017