13th June, 2018
13th June, 2018
25th May, 2018
I write on the 23rd but will post on Friday, the 25th. Here is a DVD I made called Tich Ennis DVD sample, also copy of a letter to John White to whom I sent it last Friday. The DVD is of about 15 minutes playing time and has 5 films made by me on my Apple Mac desktop computer using the supplied program, Photo Booth. I was unaware of this program until recently and now film myself speaking my pieces and put them on my blog, YouTube and Facebook.
See my letter to John White for more information.
Please let me know what you think of these movies. I consult you as to content, John as to technical aspects and Peter Somers aesthetically.
I now have several movies on the above platforms, and more waiting. I have 100 followers of my blog, as a friend of mine said, people with nothing better to do!
I don’t know how many letters I have sent you in my lifetime, they could probably be counted on the fingers of one hand. You once said you love my letters.
I know you are in pain and often in hospital. Once exasperatedly I said to you you don’t even tell me if you read my letters or listen to or look at anything I send you. Then, you said you are in hospital, which you were. But not always. When you are well enough please do so. I need to know whether you want more from me. I too am human. I am not ignoring you.
Many a rose is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air. No rose without a thorn. You did respond, when prodded, when I asked about my singing CD, and excellently. Thank you. By text or voice is satisfactory, text preferred because more permanent.
Why do artists create? Fame is the spur, said someone, possibly a character in Shakespeare. Neither money nor fame are my spur. I create for love. Because I love it. Some have said they like my stuff. Or some of it. My best friend is dead, I think he liked all of it. He has gone to that bourne from which no traveller returns.
Empathy on all sides is required. Who is sorriest for themself here, you or I? Possibly you, with some justification. How do I know if you want more from me if you don’t respond? I don’t want to give unwanted gifts. One Porsche for sale, unwanted gift. I did not so advertise. Or Ferrari, as the case may be.
If I sound a bit bloody minded here it is because I am bleeding. Metaphorically speaking. We may be engaged in a dialogue of the deaf.
Say it ain’t so,
David (Tich) Ennis
23rd May, 2018
The internet can be used for good or ill, uranium can cure, uranium can kill.
Follow my words if you will.
Too much of a good thing is bad, even sunshine kills, who is mad?
Some things are best in small doses, do you want to spend your life online?
Don’t waste time.
15th March, 2018
Why do Irish talk so well because of the weather.
It keeps us together.
We huddle together to keep warm and mostly wish each other no harm.
At least if you’re not dead you can give me a blood transfusion.
To clear up confusion.
If it wasn’t for the weather we’d have nothing to talk about at all.
Between you and me and the wall.
Not quite, have you all night?
The weather changes all the time.
End of rhyme.
It gives us something to talk about, you see.
You would if you were me.
Will you have a cup of tea?
Talk about the weather, together.
More or less forever.
9th November, 2017
Banjaxed is Irish slang, meaning broken or not working. Everything in Ireland is banjaxed, probably including me.
See our history.
The Irish national anthem, not this one, was written in English first.
Which version is worst?
Nationalism mean killing people as far as I can see.
That’s what it means to me.
De Valera, our leader, sent condolences to the German embassy when Hitler died.
De Valera was half Irish, his first name wasn’t Paddy.
Not as Irish as my daddy.
Patrick Pearse was half English and probably by a full blooded Englishman was shot.
Patrick Pearse, that’s your lot.
The county boundaries in Ireland to which people are loyal were laid down by the English in times past.
Unknown to some, the truth at last.
During the famine Irish people exported food, strange to say.
They looked the other way.
In North Korea now people die with green stains around their mouth from eating grass.
As happened in Ireland, alas.
The Irish are generous to others in times of woe.
They contribute generously, I should know.
We certainly know how to criticise each other, we do it all the time.
As me, in rhyme.
Maybe you think its different where you are.
Where do you live, a distant star?
We have murderers in our parliament, known as the Dail.
That’s not all.
They lie, they know they lie, they know you know too.
What’s a guy to do?
Can a reformed serial killer or paedophile bring about justice and peace?
Yes, if they have reformed, not if they lie, give my heart ease.
If I was born somewhere else what would I think of Ireland?
Great to visit, a great little land.
Great talk, music, horses and for passing time of day.
But would you stay?
Why do I, why don’t I go away?
Laziness has something to do with it and lack of ambition.
Other places may be too busy for my taste.
Ireland is as good as any place your life to waste.
The same only different as we like to say.
If you expect logic look the other way.
The sins and crimes of others we love to talk about.
My point is the human race is all the same, the truth will find you out.
Wherever you are, that’s your home. There are a lot of knowalls in Ireland, that’s true.
They say they know what’s best for you.
Empty vessels make a lot of noise.
We have ourselves to blame for how we are.
Gaze at a star.
If I was born somewhere else would I criticise them you bet your life.
Cancer requires a surgeon’s knife.
Good enough to be going on with is not good enough.
That’s the message of my stuff.
I’m Irish, tough.
I lament the human condition what can I do?
I write to you.
Hell is other people Sartre said. He’s dead.
Maybe Hell is you?
Must I say it over and over again?
Heaven is here now and then.
A glimpse, reflection, hint, a child’s smile.
Walk an Irish mile.
So at last I end my banjaxed anthem, Irish song.
I may be criticised, what is wrong?
Maybe someday I’ll get around to doing more, maybe you too.
In the meantime enjoy the view.
14th October, 2017
If nearly everything is rubbish should I contribute?
If I say something you don’t like do you say shoot?
If you wish to shoot your mouth off does someone say shut up?
You must be a looney, you must be a nut.
If you have a screw loose what I say may be no use.
Ask yourself the same, two can play this game.
Who gives you or me the right to choose?
Don’t step on my blue suede shoes.
4th October, 2017
I make a mistake now and then, its human to err.
My sister spotted one, I said that to her.
Did you think I was perfect says I to a friend?
No I did not says he, bringing that topic to an end.
The man who never made a mistake never made anything said a man.
He made them big time, I am not a fan.
Accidentally on purpose is not a mistake.
Have you bought an antique fake?
I prove I am human which does not require much proof.
My house has not got a leaky roof.
There’s many a true word spoken in jest.
Its over, do I pass the test?
21st September, 2017