Category Archives: Perfection

Legal Consultation

Client: I want to sue a man for debt.

Solicitor: Does he owe you money?

Client: Yes.

Solicitor: Have you got the details?

Client, producing paper: Here.

Solicitor: I will write him a letter.

Client: Why?

Solicitor: So I can charge for it.

Client: What will it say?

Solicitor: Unless I receive the full amount from you within seven days I will have no option but to take legal action against you when you will become liable for the full amount plus costs.

Client: That’s not true.

Solicitor: What do you mean?

Client: You have another option. You could pay the debt yourself.

Solicitor: That would be unethical.

Client: If it goes to court what date will it be on? Will you be free?

Solicitor: I’m not free, I’m expensive.

Client: The law is open to everyone like the Ritz hotel.

Solicitor: We all have to live. Some of us very well.

Client: When will I hear from you?

Solicitor: In due course. We will allow the matter to resolve itself.

Client: Matters don’t resolve themselves, you have to resolve them.

Solicitor: My letter appeals to the good side of his nature if he has one.

Client: He is a white collar criminal.

Solicitor: Universal education leads to more white collar crime.

Client: That keeps you in business.

Solicitor: They usually get off.

Client: Why?

Solicitor: They can afford good lawyers.

Client: If there was no crime there would be no need for lawyers.

Solicitor: We have a vested interest in criminality.

Client: You can say that again. What happens if the money comes in?

Solicitor: It goes into my client account.

Client: Won’t that tempt you?

Solicitor: I can resist anything except temptation.

Client: In a perfect world there would be no lawyers.

Solicitor: Who wants perfection?

Client: Certainly not you. Will I let myself out?

Solicitor: Use the door marked exit. The law is not about justice its about the law.   The professions have mystique, that’s what you’re paying for.

Client: Don’t I know it. I’ll go before you lapse into Latin.

Solicitor: Veni vidi vici.

Client: Too late. I’m outa here. Arrivederci. (Exits, closing door. Solicitor rubs hands together. Curtain)

 Tich Ennis

7th July, 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Flower

I saw you walking by with a flower in your hair.

You did not see me there.

I said hello, you did not hear me though.

Girl I barely know.

You have charm.

God between us and all harm.

I’ll chance my arm.

You are a beautiful view.

The Sun comes shining through.

That’s you.

A ray of sunshine in a world of grey.

Have a nice day.

A lot of people have worry on their face.

You have grace.

Smiling face.

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2018

Idealism

When young I thought I might be an idealist. I read that young people are idealists, and I was young. I looked the word up in a dictionary. It said an idealist is a person with unrealistic expectations. My heart sank.

Are my expectations unrealistic? What are they, what were they? I was unsure. I know now, now that I am old. My hope and wish is for the truth to be, to hear and see it said, done and spoken. Where? Here and now, in real life. Is that unrealistic? Will it always be?

In what sphere do I wish for the truth? In the sphere called the Earth, the world, here and now and always and in all mediums and media, through all, with all and to all. Some hope.

Skilled liars are everywhere. Look no further than what we call the news. Listen to them speak. To each other, against each other. For themselves, not for the truth. And all spoken in the guise of the truth. The truth of a lie is that it pretends to be the truth, it is false, it is not the truth.

Does the truth exist? Yes. It is rare, but everywhere at the same time. What is rare is valuable. From the lips of a child or an honest man or woman in all walks of life.   To be honest is to be told you are a fool. By whom? The liars and self seekers.

The truth is not self serving. It is as the mother of a child. The truth serves others. Does the truth teller benefit from telling the truth, doing the truth, being true? The truth teller does not care. But yes, the true person has self respect. And respects others. And all things.

As we say in Ireland, it’s a hard oul’ station. And getting harder all the time. The truth is like gold dust in this world. Rare and valuable, but held in honour and esteem.

You cannot reveal the truth without revealing yourself. At junior school we were told we are vehicles for the truth. I thought I don’t know the truth. I thought the truth was something said in words. The truth is nothing if not done. Words may be lies, actions never lie.

I believe what you do, not what you say. So said an old man. I am old, I quote his words. The older I get the less I believe what people say, the more I believe what they do, to quote his exact words. And so say all of us.

You can fool some of the people all the time and all the people some of the time but not all the people all the time. This too has been said. How true.

To an artist friend I said I want to change the world. You would have to change yourself first he said. There’s many a true word spoken in jest. Must the truth exist only in aspiration, hopes and dreams? I hope not. And believe not.   And know it is not so. But why so rare?

Because the truth does not serve the self and self servers are everywhere. It was all said before.   There’s none so deaf as those who don’t want to hear. The poet T.S. Eliot said the truth is what is most hated. A poem is said to encapsulate a truth. Poets speak the truth to power.

You get no thanks for telling the truth, so I have heard. A greater man than I could say this more tellingly, more convincingly. But where is he? In jail, an asylum or dead? Failing his presence I speak.

I say what every fool knows. I know, and I am a fool. Who is the fool? Listen to the fool.

At school we were told listen to madmen. They say wise things. Simple people know the truth. The truth is simple and profound. And known to all. Even me. And you.

So, am I an old idealist? Old, yes. Hope springs eternal in the human breast. May idealism be realised. And hope fulfilled. And idealism realise its dream, a true world.

Of all sad words of tongue or pen the saddest are these, it might have been. Words of a poet, Robert Louis Stevenson. So let it be. As it could be, as it should be, as it might be, as it can be and would be if we had the will. Or have it.

I’ll let it go at that. Don’t say no one told you. And the joke is you know all this already. So do I. Listen to a fool. Listen to yourself. Who’s fooling who?   Tell me something I don’t know, you may say.

I am a poor poet in the poverty stricken sense and probably in the other sense also. Here I speak in prose. What is prose? Anything that is not poetry.

May the truth be realised, understood and acted on. Do I make myself clear? The world badly needs it. We can agree on that.

Dare to be true. Dare to be you. And allow others to be. That’s the how, as a teacher said. Why must it be spelled out? Even a fool knows that. I descend into prose to speak these words.

It must be spelled out because ignored, hated, despised and treated as non-existent. The truth is a way of being. A way of doing. If you want to know you do know. And you are not alone.

I was born for a better world than this. So were you. Hope lives on. It never dies. I am old, but not dead yet. Hope lives on.   The truth is here. It never dies.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Goodbye.

This may be mad but I’m glad I said it.

Tich Ennis

13th April, 2018

 

Aspiration

Why is there a word perfection when there’s no such thing?

You may say the same of God or a wedding ring.

Someone said there’s no such thing as happiness, I disagree.

That’s only me.

A lawyer acts for either side, its about pounds shillings and pence.

He does not care if he makes sense.

I may state a case merely to demolish it.

What is truth, should we abolish it?

God is what you put first, best or worst.

I do not drink only because I thirst.

There’s such a thing as aspiration.

Getting there requires a destination.

Tich Ennis

22nd February, 2018

Rich And Famous

If I became rich and famous might I become obnoxious, I asked a friend, he said do you mean more obnoxious than you are?

I don’t own a car.

God may be sparing me for something, but what the Hell?

Oh well.

Fame has not gone to my head, I have obscurity instead.

Its not hard to be humble when no one knows you’re there.

Ask me, see if I care.

Could I possibly stand up to fame?

You don’t know my name.

I am honest, I am poor.

May the truth endure.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018