Category Archives: Insane Asylum

The Royal Family

The royal family are wonderful people, I demur.

They have their saving graces, I concur.

If the royal princes weren’t born where they are would they be on the dole?

Could an ignoramus play their role?

The queen has crown jewels, the Irish had until 1910.

Someone stole them then.

I was not around, don’t blame me.

Someone else dunnit, you see.

What price pageantry?

Tich Ennis

11th November, 2018

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Judgement

Ought we judge from the perspective of our time or all time or at all?

What is your judgement on that question, a large question or, as you might say, small.

Is it better to have no judgement even whether your coffee is hot?

You may say that’s different, I do not.

A meal or a movie, can they be good or bad?

Is there a difference between sane and mad?

Or love and hate, but wait.

Do you believe in effect, do you believe in cause?

Do you believe in the law of gravity or in any laws?

That’s different, again you say.

So you make your judgement, good day.

Judgement exists in principle or not.

I thought I’d say that, I nearly forgot.

Who says nothing is good or bad, wake up from your sleep, give me a rest.

What is the purpose of a test?

To find what works best.

With judgement a bird builds a nest.

Tich Ennis

17th October, 2018

The Cure

To cure the madness of the world is why art is here.

Some go mad, some say God is here.

In a pint of beer.

Look and listen, open your eyes and ears.

What do you see around you, is life full of fears?

A work of art can play its part, with dedication it is made.

Bring art into the light, out of the shade.

Art is seeing, being, doing.

To a lover it is wooing.

What is life without those things?

In my heart music sings.

See what is, see what’s real.

Above all, feel.

This artist delivers to you this pill.

Should I speak from a hill?

A perfect world had we the will.

So why say art is mad?

The world is, the world is sad.

Art exists to make you glad.

Drink in, drink up and take the cure.

A perfect world for rich and poor.

Tich Ennis

10th September, 2018

Make People Think

To write an app to make or help people think is an impossible task like making a perpetual motion machine, which I have on good authority is not possible. Not even the universe is a perpetual machine. Have you heard of entropy? Look it up. There is a finite amount of energy in the universe, use it sparingly.

Some American said do a person’s thinking for them and they love you, make them think and they hate you. Do pupils love school? Not unless it has been dumbed down to their level. Or their teachers’.

Was that American right? Not all Americans are wrong. It is racism to say otherwise. The same applies to all other races and conditions of men and women. And boys and girls. And babes in arms, or men in arms. Delete that.

My brother wishes to make or have made for him with a little help from his friends such an app. He attempts or wishes for the impossible.   Thinking made easy.

Signs of the times. When young I visited offices with this sign on the wall, We work miracles, the impossible takes longer. Also, You don’t have to be mad to work here, but it helps. That last sign was never in government offices, the only ones where it always should be.

A machine to make people sane? Who would buy? Thinking for Dummies.  Remember, the mad think themselves sane.   Are you mad if you don’t think? Don’t all rush to answer.   A Critique of Pure Reason says reason alone is not enough but does not recommend unreasonableness. Do you?

When ignorance is bliss ‘tis folly to be wise. Love is a form of madness, which has many forms. According to some it does not last long, unless it becomes an obsession, itself madness. Most famous mathematicians went mad. Maybe they always were.

Van Gogh did his best work in a mental home, so what’s wrong with being mad? Why don’t people think, is it that they can’t or won’t? Or just don’t want to. See the American above.

Anyway, these are my thoughts on the matter always bearing in mind that thoughts are mad. But always? Cure cancer if you can. And self inflicted or life style illnesses. It’s a matter of choice. Your life style. Have you an attitude problem? Join the club.

Have I made you think? Did it hurt? Take your brain out of cold storage. You’ll be dead long enough, from the neck up or otherwise. Are your feelings hurt?   Do you do outrage? Well or otherwise?

There’s nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so, William Shakespeare. A literary gent.

If you make a think app before my brother infinite riches could be yours. Does that whet your appetite? Fame too. Your name in the papers, on everybody’s lips. Celebrity here you come!

Our brain is the thing with which we think we think. Who said that? I did. Copycat.

Nerds have taken over the world, haven’t you noticed? Swots. Teacher’s pets. There’s no power like brain power. All power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Anyway, if you’re up to it, make a think app. And a perpetual motion machine while you’re at it. You too could invent an atom bomb. Or a cure for cancer. All you need is a think app.

What are you waiting for? Someone to do it for you?

Think.

I think that’s all I’ve got to say, today. Its up to you now. I’ll leave it to you. I know we are in good hands.   I’ll twiddle my thumbs.   Wait and see. That’s me. Thanks for taking this burden from me. I know you can do it.

Does flattery work with you? No, but keep going I hear you say.

I await the future.

Don’t take this literally but I could murder a pint.

Tich Ennis

27th June, 2018

Fool God

I am the God in whom you don’t believe, born it would seem to deceive.

Appearances are not reality, that’s true.

Do I fool you?

Tich Ennis

20th March, 2018

Nameless

Do you have to be semi mad or sick to get a following, do I do the trick?

It is necessary to define your terms before you are eaten by worms.

What is mad and what is sane and what is pleasure, what is pain?

We each are mad in our own way, am I mad, what do you say?

If mad is different then I’m glad, I wish to be completely mad.

We are different and the same, madness I am glad you came.

All I love are different, that is so.

For instance Kafka and Van Gogh.

I am a snail so I am slow.

Let us eat a lettuce leaf.

Life is not only always grief.

Tich Ennis

19th February, 2018

Nothing To Do

I write because I have nothing to do.

The sky is black, not blue.

Its night time, nothing good on the radio.

So I write, goodnight.

Will I ever get things sorted out, find out what its all about?

Trying to make sense of it all, that’s what I do and am doing.

A cause worth pursuing.

I’d rather write in hope and be considered a dope, I have plenty of scope.

I hang about not on a rope.

So I write these words instead of being dead.

The purpose of life is to find the purpose of life amid the strife.

That’s life.

Tich Ennis

5th February, 2018