Category Archives: Social Media

Traditional

I am a traditionalist poet with traditional concerns.

Get me a Rennies, my heart burns.

How do I fit into the modern age?

Do people read a page?

The anti-social media has become what people are addicted to.

Its worse than Asian flu.

Young people almost never talk.

They have smart phones before they walk.

Are we robots or machines or what?

Humanity is here since time forgot.

Do you value a human smile?

Walk, hold hands together for a while.

Allow reality intrude.

Ignoring each other is rude.

I pray for a change of mood.

Tich Ennis

17th February, 2018

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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

World Leaders

See what Trump is up to and Theresa May.

See what world leaders are up to, allow them have their say.

Then go away.

Some say the news is bad for you, it drives you mad.

You’re better off ignoring it, it makes you sad.

Kings, dictators, and all the other blokes.

Are they comedians, do they tell jokes?

Is it funny, do they want your money?

Many have accounts abroad and are very rich.

What about people in the ditch?

Tich Ennis

26th December, 2017

Serious Matters

It would be funny if it wasn’t so serious.

Am I delirious?

Fake news and all that, is a dog a cat?

Fancy that.

The real thing is Spring, after Winter, you know the thing.

Can you trust anyone or anything at all?

Graffiti on a wall.

That’s not all.

I suppose you’ll have to trust yourself or me.

The truth will set you free.

Tich Ennis

17th June, 2017

Divine Spark

Never leave me, show me the way.

You turn night into day.

May compassion be my passion, may love never go out of fashion.

Guide the movement of my pen,

May I speak your words to men.

Today is Sunday once again,

I may see a friend, what then?

So I scribble with my pen.

Oh thou, oh you, the Divine Spark,

Let there be lightness where is dark.

Thank you for the children’s park.

My words are simple, may they be.

You mean everything to me.

Truth, oh truth, oh set us free.

Tich Ennis

28th May, 2017

Technology

Kevin Myers

Kevin,
       Good article by you in today’s Sunday Times on social media, which I may or may not fully agree with. its not all bad, it has its good points when used well. Drugs serve a purpose, good and bad.
       I hate to see an eight year old walking along with her head buried in a machine.  Teachers say four year olds come to school not knowing how to talk to others.  My brother said young people today don’t know how to write a letter, they don’t even know how to talk said a friend.
       A recent book said children should not go to school until they are six so they learn how to socialise.  A friend cheered when I said that.
       Could you do an article on post-truth and fake news?  See Post Truth, the New War on Truth and how to Fight Back by Matthew D’Ancona reviewed in the same paper along with another book on the same topic.  These may not fully cover the subject.  Hear the podcast from BBC Radio 4 of last week in, I think, Start the Week on that subject, which is very good.
        A Chinese woman was good on the topic, D’Ancona also spoke.
        God knows there is much to criticise in the modern age.  A friend, a lecturer, said half the subjects in university are just there to make money for the university.  A fake world?
         Keep up the good work.  see Voltaire on free speech, also under attack today.
          Keep smiling,
Tich Ennis
22nd May, 2017

Rubbish

Stop saying rubbish isn’t rubbish that’s rubbish.

What rhymes with rubbish?

You know who you are, you bore me to death.

I haven’t finished yet.

You may be in for God’s sake art or so help me politics.

Hell, your act is dirty tricks.

Its good if you like it and not if you don’t.

You don’t fool me, you try but you won’t.

Tich Ennis

27th April, 2017