Category Archives: Self Publishing

Goodbye Fantasy

I haven’t written for a while, now I do, maybe raise a smile.

I must justify my existence for what it worth, here on Earth.

Apparently all is fantasy, illusion, may I dispel confusion.

It sure is realistic as Hell, oh well.

Reality is the essence of the real, the real thing is how you feel.

My life progresses on from day to day, I have not gone away.

I hope to cross my bridges as they come and go, today a stranger said hello.

He asked had I sold any books, I said no one has any money.

He thought that was funny.

This poem arrives at no conclusion.

Free us from delusion.

Tich Ennis

1st February, 2018

To Belle Gibson, Australia, fantasy cancer con artist

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Fantasy And Reality

I am considering entering the digital world, publishing digitally, the real world having failed me miserably. I view the digital world with some revulsion for not being the real thing. I am real and live in reality, literally and metaphorically.   Those who live in the digital world wouldn’t know reality if it bit them in the you know where.   Fantasy addicts everyone. Clinics for their treatment have been set up in South Korea, or try Lourdes.

So why enter this fantastical phantasmagoria, the enemy of flesh and blood, mania itself, home of addicts, fantasists and deluded self- made fools, to coin a phrase?   To rescue them from their delusion and myself from misery.   Bring sanity to the mad house.   Set my people free.

In the real world books are made of paper, see them, feel them, smell them, drop them on your toe and know they’re there. Not so in the virtual world.   The Library of Congress in your hand but nothing in reality.   Suppose a power failure, what then? Does madness ensue? Lost without your phone.   Curl up with a book, a real book. Kiss a real girl.

So I too enter the mad house for I hope a short stay.   To visit those who fly from reality, fear it, hate it, ignore it and treat it as not existing. I know the feeling, c’est la grande illusion.   Brush up your French.

My purpose is nothing less than to bring reality to life.   The virtual world is a stepping stone to the real thing, a stone’s throw away as you might say, not to put words in your mouth.   Step one: the virtual world. Step two: the real world. When I find the key to the virtual world. So I must approach the drug peddlers.

Everyone and his aunt describes themself as a writer or author today because they live in the virtual world publishing their work there, but who buys? Almost no one. Who gets rich? The digital media barons, the drug peddlers.   You might as well scrawl on a wall.

So I will enter the world of the deluded, the fantasists, because I have nowhere else to go. The real world does not want me or my wares. It having been taken over by fantasy.   I enter your world in a reverse take over bid.   When? When I get around to it. I act the madman with an aching heart so as to conform but it is only an act. I hate myself for doing it.   But do it I will.

I am no conceptual artist. I believe in the realisation of concepts and many other things which appear to have been forgotten in this age of fantasy. Fantasy is fake reality.   Ideally I exist in both worlds, I and my work. Until the real thing comes along.

So I shall be coming soon to a device near you.  Don’t say you weren’t warned.

Tich Ennis

19th January, 2018

Book and CD’s

15th Decenber, 2017

Michael,

Here is the book you asked for, recently published, The 50 Francis Street Photographer, compiled by his grand daughter, Suzanne Behan, photographs of people and places mostly in the Liberties area of Dublin, mostly in the 50’s and 1960’s.   Black and white photographs and nice large text.

Today I got the 50 duplicated CD’s of my Great Irish Songs CD from CD Duplication, the company, costing 60 euros including courier delivery, ordered by me only a few day ago. One enclosed here, with the printing on the CD as specified by me, although not exactly laid out to my specification.   Pretty good all the same, I think.

Here also is my design work for the artwork on the CD on an A4 sheet of paper, compare with the layout on the CD itself, I prefer mine, but ok. My idea is to redesign the CD cover as on the A4 page here, complete with surrounding green square and with the existing Vale of Avoca picture on the inside of the front cover, if I can get around to it. This sort of thing requires time, thought and know how and a fair amount of experimentation. I’ll have a go, it would be an improvement.

Apart from the Great Irish Songs CD here also are the following titled CD’s:

  1. Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine, a Book at Bedtime from BBC radio 4, ten fifteeen minute readings, a first novel by the author and very funny it is.
  2. Eternity 5 Views, BBC radio three talks, speakers of various religions.
  3. Pop and Reality, great series of short talks from the BBC.
  4. Epicureans, Stoics, Cynics, on Greek philosophies.
  5. Irish Singers Interviewed, three of Miriam O’Callaghan’s Sunday programs on RTE radio one, Shane McGowan and others interviewed.

Also here an article about Ireland’s Own magazine taken from the Sunday Times.   I just might advertise in that magazine if I ever have the funds. Fuddy duddies like my stuff, hopefully not only them, but a person has to start somewhere. Whats wrong with the past?

Best wishes and a happy Christmas, we will speak before that of course. Here comes the turkey!   David or whatever-you-call-him Tich Ennis

CD Design

If you want a thing done right do it yourself, and I quote.  So I did it myself, designed what will be printed on my CD when it is duplicated, arranging that tomorrow if tomorrow ever comes.

What looks easy was hard and what looks hard was easy.  I used Pages on my Mac, better than Microsoft Word, and Preview on my Mac.  Horses for courses.

The green square around the design is not part of the design but only there because I did not know how to do it otherwise.

And no, I did not know how to do everything involved before doing it.

It was my brother’s idea to have not one, not two, but three pictures of me on the disc, probably for balance and design reasons.  Three heads are better than one.  The Tich Ennis Trio, look out Spice Girls, here I come!

More to follow when I get around to it.

Lost chords and unfinished symphonies require finding and finishing.

I’m your man!

Tich Ennis

12th December, 2017

 

 

Expecting Nothing

I expect nothing from you and you expect nothing from me.

You may tweet till you’re blue in the face, as blue as the sea.

If I follow you will you follow me, get lost, drop dead attention seeker, the world shall be inherited by the meeker.

Fake news, fake friends, would you lend or give me money?

Of course not you don’t mean a thing fake person, does a bee make honey?

So I follow no one, why should I?

Do the good guys have to die?

I must say not absolutely all are fake.

That would be a big mistake.

Tich Ennis

18th November, 2017

Reaching Out

Reaching out to people who don’t know me, never heard me, never smelt me, never felt me.

Oh well there are many I don’t know, into the sea the rivers flow.

Will my voice ever be heard and read and seen, I, an unknown human being?

Maybe someday they will shake my hand, say good on yeh, that’s grand.

Or maybe not.

How can I be remembered if I am not forgot?

I don’t matter any more or less than any other person.

Of that at least I’m certain.

Tich Ennis

17th November, 2017

Music Maker

Should I tell the truth as it applies to me or is that boring wait and see.

If you sing and record at home your song needs mastering, or maybe poem.

Here is a boring fact, ISRC code, what’s that?

You need one on each track for identification on a radio station.

They are free if you look around and do no harm to the sound.

Whoever duplicates your CD if you make one puts them on at no extra cost.

No one told me all this, not all is lost.

I found out by asking, looking around and a little luck.

There are good guys out there who read the book.

When you’re starting you have to do everything for yourself including finding who to use for what.

Quite a lot.

If someone lived my life before could they tell me more?

Little by little I find how, your way would be different, a different hand on the plough.

I still have more to find out will I get there?

Yes, if I care.

So there.

What’s good is rare.

And who, you?

Maybe me too.

It is a case of doing things one step at a time.

As I wrote this rhyme.

This has been a blog, online diary, my recent history.

Why anyone else would be interested is a mystery.

I said nothing about how many cups of coffee I had nor a photo of my coffee cup.

Now at last I shut up.

Tich Ennis

15th November, 2017