Category Archives: Suicide

Who Shoots First?

Okay, international relations are at a critical point.

Someone’s nose is out of joint.

If I bomb you should you bomb me too, two can play that game.

Eternal shame.

Go on punk, make my day, I’ll blow you to smithereens.

Human beings.

It was ever thus, why make a fuss?

Will there be any left of us?

Here comes my bus.

I know I’m just a slob.

Someone has to do this job.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2017

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Straw Man

They clutch at straws because they are ignored.

When war comes you won’t be bored.

God preserve us from people who say they know it all.

I suppose I might as well be talking to the wall.

The great white hope or black may be a dope.

Leaving you hanging on a rope.

Who, just who, are the people who kill each other?

They kill father mother sister brother.

Anger is not the answer.

Don’t choose a chancer.

Who wants cancer?

They may be right for the wrong reason.

Is love out of season?

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017

Books And Other Things

Is there any point in reading all the great books assuming you have time enough and if you did what good would it do you or anyone else and would you have time to do anything else at all in your life? A man died while watching the Eurovision Song Contest. I know the feeling.

James Joyce said the appreciation of his work requires a lifetime’s application. Probably only half joking. A psychiatrist said she would not do it if she had two lifetimes. Sorry, James. Joyce also said he wanted to forge the unfinished conscience of his race in the smithy of his soul. Fine words butter no parsnips. That sort of thing gives rhetoric a bad name.

Substitute whatever turns you on for the word books in the title here, music or whatever the Hell else. Yes, I love music. Or dancing or golf, God help us. The perennial student, always studying, never doing. Is that a life well spent? What is life for? Look it up, there are conflicting opinions. Have you an opinion of your own or are all your ideas second hand?

What is the purpose of art, to inspire, enlighten, amuse, entertain, educate or what? This question has been answered before and if you don’t know you weren’t paying attention. For the word art substitute life. Or vice versa, whatever you like.

Look up the word dictionary in a dictionary. You might as well know something as nothing. The purpose of education if you are an egomaniac is to look down on others, be condescending and become an intellectual snob. Good luck with it.   There is no fool like an educated fool said Samuel Johnson.   He described a lexicographer as a harmless drudge. He should know, he wrote a dictionary, what did you do?

(Lexicographer, one who writes a dictionary. That’s telling you. Two can play at this intellectual snob thing.)   It takes one to know one. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, when you think you know it all and you don’t. There is such a thing as inverted intellectual snobbery, being proud of knowing nothing. Equally repulsive.

Who says? I do. Who am I to speak? More or less no one, speak for yourself. What everyone knows is wrong, get that into your head. I believe what you do, not what you say. Liar, liar pants on fire.

So, are books, or indeed life, worthwhile? You get out of them what you put into them. If you get one good thing out of a book its worthwhile, said a brother of mine. Same applies to life, in all its forms. Art or otherwise, or digging roads or ploughing fields. As you sow so shall you reap, old saying. Life will do to be going on with.

Any day you’re above ground is a good day. Said a man now dead, but remembered. This is more or less all I have to say on the subject. Figure it out yourself.

I wrote this like Jack Kerouac wrote On The Road, more or less typing without stopping, like jazz improvisation. That’s not writing that’s typing, someone said.

Okay, I paused for thought between sentences, I’m not Jack Kerouac.

Tich Ennis

22nd November, 2017

 

Solution

Concepts are converging, so a Russian scientist said.

Things are mighty complex, will I know before I’m dead?

The Devil has been described as the master of confusion.

String theory is a ball of twine, just another illusion.

The theory of everything, when will it emerge?

Oh my God simplicity, towards thee I ever urge.

When theory and practice are one in one place then and only then are we in a state of grace.

Human race wash your face.

Tich Ennis

3rd October, 2017

Mental Health

Is the world driving people mad or is it just each other?

Civil war is brother against brother.

There are more in mental institutions than before.

Indifference and contempt are part of the cause.

And I suppose ridiculous laws.

Officialdom has a lot to answer for.

Who wants war?

The sheer insanity of what is treated seriously.

Have people forgotten the meaning of humanity?

Madness is not sanity.

I blame the ones who say that they are sane.

They give gentle folk a pain.

Tich Ennis

12th September, 2017

Fifty

My fifty is broke, how will I smoke?

I’ll smoke butts, I’m nuts.

Tich Ennis

23rd August, 2017

Politicians

Politicians want you to vote for them, not what they say.

When you vote for them they run away.

Saying have a nice day.

If you believe them more fool you.

They want to fool you too.

The Irish border is an Irish stew.

They got themselves into it, now let’s see them get out.

Stupidity is all about.

Who anyway or what is in charge?

Evil forces are at large.

Tich Ennis

23rd August, 2017