Category Archives: Omniscience

Computer

A computer means exactly what it says, they’d drive you crazy.

Or am I lazy?

Why are they so complicated?

I awaited enlightenment, I waited and waited.

Sooner or later it came along, I was doing things wrong.

Ask exactly the right question, that is my suggestion.

You too must mean what you say.

Have a nice day.

Hello world, I’ve seen the world, I didn’t like it.

Will I catch a bus or bike it?

Tich Ennis

3rd October, 2017

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Game

Playing hide and seek with God, will I ever find him?

My turn, your turn, my turn again, he’s crying, don’t you mind him.

Blind man’s buff, that other game, find although you’re blind.

Guess who, its you, the other guy, oh no, oh me, oh my.

Tip and tig, an Irish jig, who will be caught out?

Oh God you’re there oh do I care, turn and turn about.

Will you catch me, will I catch you, I’ve had the measles, caught the ‘flu, spent days and nights in bed.

When I play a game I know I am alive not dead.

If you don’t catch me I’ll catch you instead.

Tich Ennis

10th September, 2017

Carlo Rovelli and Chuck Berry

5th July, 2017

John,

Strange bedfellows. Here are audio recordings from BBC radio stations of recent date, Desert Island Discs, Carlo Rovelli, and what I call the Chuck Berry Story, interviews from 1975 and 1976 with great music, not all by the man himself.

Chuck Berry died in March at the age of ninety. Rock ‘n’ Roll keeps you young. But its not the only thing, said a passerby to me today. Chuck made a cd recently, which I may get around to buying, I heard a track or two on the radio and they were good. There was life in the old dog yet, at least until March.

Rovelli has not died so far, his choice of eight records to take to a desert island was quite good, although no Chuck Berry. Not much good without a record player, even of the wind-up kind. I assume that is also provided, along with the works of Shakepeare and the bible.

I will post this on Friday and am writing on the preceding Wednesday. Who knows what may happen in the interim? Not Theresa May. David Cameron also proved a failure as a fortune teller, and look what happened to him. No one is right all the time.

Rovelli, as you know, says time, space and matter are mythical, or words to that effect. Is only Rock ‘n’ Roll real? Or jazz in your case. A Chuck Berry record, Johnny B. Goode, was sent into outer space on a 78 r.p.m. disc. This assumes aliens, far from being an advanced form of civilisation, are living in the past, the fifties or earlier, the wind up gramophone era, possibly pre electricity.

Is there intelligent life in outer space is a question often asked. Why should there be? Is there intelligent life on Earth replied a smart alec, not Rovelli. Are some people too intelligent for their own good? That could be the case.

A brain surgeon in the U.S. operated on his own brain, successfully. We can’t all be like him, nor would we want to be. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it, a saying in America, home of junk food and a lot else besides. Jazz music is the only art form originating in the U.S., a person told me, a musician. What about pop art?

A rock musician plays three chords to three thousand people, a jazz musician plays three thousand chords to three people. And I quote.   Hopefully not ad nauseam.

This letter comprises the wrapping, the advertisement for the real thing, on discs herewith, to use legal terminology. I enclose herewith, say lawyers. How can it not be herewith if it is enclosed?   Tautology: using unnecessary words. Enough words, d

Tich Ennis

Explosion

God exploded and broke apart, we broke his heart.

God is past, present and future all in one and, oh yes, the Sun.

We carry a little piece of him in our heart and his mortal enemy, the Devil is also there.

Be careful which you choose, above all, care.

Someday in the future God will join together again when there is peace among men.

I am a heretic, burned at the stake, my question is, how long will it take?

When end heartbreak?

What difference can a poet make?

Walter Scott wrote The Lady of the Lake.

Be not fake.

This is my Sunday poem.

By their works ye know ‘em.

Tich Ennis

25th June, 2017

Cosmic

Far be it from me to mention Mars.

Even further away are stars.

They don’t all have names or if they have them I don’t know.

I have not been introduced here below.

I know one is called North, possibly South, the morning star is somewhere about.

Its strange to think they are always there but can’t be seen in daylight, so there.

We are neighbours in the milky way, I know that for a fact, our galaxy, okay?

I could go on for a light year and a day.

I appear not to have mentioned the Sun.

I have not time to name every one.

I notice I mentioned I a lot.

Am I big in the Cosmos?

Not a jot.

That’s your lot.

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2017

 

Brain

Where is a man with a better brain than me?

I need some help you see.

I mean what the Hell, oh well.

I know what I want but not how to do it, I’m not a bloody expert in everything.

I know almost nothing about some things, how can I know everything?

I could pay someone to do it if I had money, that’s funny.

Experts can be a pain in the arse, someone told me to go somewhere and ask for Mr. Jarse, Hugh Jarse.

I can’t make my website, that’s what I’m saying.

Should I try praying?

Swearing at technology doesn’t make it work but it makes you feel better.

End of letter.

(I apologise for cursing and swearing.

It’s a substitute for caring.

Some man in India and many others have offered help, at a price.

If you want a thing done right do it yourself, that’s my advice.

Einstein’s brain has been preserved.

I am unnerved.)

Tich Ennis

18th June, 2017

My Work

People who are too intelligent won’t like my stuff, its not difficult enough.

You don’t have to strain to know what I mean, I come clean.

I prefer a simple explanation, do you?

Simplicity is true.

The truth is simple and profound and sound.

See you around.

Tich Ennis

16th June, 2017