16th May, 2018
16th May, 2018
4th May 2018
Here are two recordings from BBC Radio 4 of this month and last, Guitar Maker (Roger Bucknall) and Rastafarian Poet, the life story of Benjamin Zephaniah, read by himself. As well as a song of this year, Someone Out There Loves You, sung by Rae Morris.
If I ever buy a guitar if I ever have the money I would like to get it from Roger Bucknall, one of the great accoustic guitar makers of the world. To make a great guitar requires great knowledge of woods and other materials and a lot of skill, care and attention, the Devil is in the detail.
More than one person (two) have said about my singing I should learn the guitar, in the meantime what, air guitar? The guitar sounds on the Bucknall CD are surpassingly beautiful.
Zephaniah, U.K. born, of Jamaican ancestry, asks why do white people hate us? Good question. He was a poet, a gangster, then a poet again. It sometimes seems it helps to be a member of an oppressed community if a person wishes to be an artist, it provides motivation. Not that anger is a pleasant emotion.
Persecution is good for you said someone known to you and me. You have to be twice or three times as good to get promotion if you are a woman or black. The rich are deprived. Wealth is of the spirit. Money in the right hands is as wonderful as anything else.
I have a lot of other recordings on my computer I can send you over time. I hope you enjoy these.
I might send you a DVD of myself reading some of my stuff if I get around to making it. Once a technophobe, always a technophobe. Before I tell you the solution to this problem tell me how difficult it is because when I tell you the answer you will say how obvious it is, said Sherlock to Dr. Watson.
Dr. Watson was painting a door lemon. Sherlock Holmes walked by. Lemon entry Watson, he said.
I sold two copies of my singing CD, Great Irish Songs, to a couple outside a café here this week. At this rate it will take me a long time to become a million seller. No answer from Claddagh Records about the disc I gave them, I must not be purist enough for them. Long live the common people!
Best wishes and happy listening from David (Tich) Ennis
The consummation of body and soul.
The truth will make you whole.
But when, eternal mystery?
He and she.
What about me?
30th March, 2018
If I tell you a secret it won’t be a secret anymore.
I broke something on the floor.
I tell you although it happened years ago now.
You won’t read this anyhow.
17th March, 2018
At the end of the day its midnight, the midnight hour.
Then a new day begins for its sins.
The day begins in darkness then becomes light.
Remember that tonight.
5th March, 2018
Nothing happens unless you make it happen, get that straight.
You are master of your fate.
I should say that to myself instead.
Metaphorically get out of bed.
I am intimidated by the new, what to do?
Start before you’re ready someone said, its better than staying in bed.
Its more productive, although the girl may be seductive.
Take it one step at a time as I wrote this rhyme.
Always remember the sooner you do it the sooner it will be done.
You have only one life, only one.
I wish life was infinitely long, that is my eternal song.
Hurry up, get a move on.
Before your know it time is gone.
Do you want to leave anything behind or vanish without trace?
Do something to put a smile on your face.
If you do nothing you are as good as dead.
Remember what I said.
16th December, 2017
Come to Heaven angel voices whispered to me.
I can’t go yet, the world is not yet free.
It’s a damp day, not warm, not raining, I hope not the calm before the storm.
I have things to do, I suppose I should do them now.
Get ready for better days, anyhow.
I had luck today, things are better than they seem.
I hear angel voices in a dream.
Why must some people suffer so?
God knows I am not God I do not know.
21st November, 2017