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Litter

Should I write a poem about the bad things in life, a mugger’s weapon or a surgeon’s knife?

A knife may be used for good or ill, to cure or kill.

Dirt is misplaced matter, eat the wrong food and get fatter.

Uranium makes a bomb or an x-ray, kill or cure children while they play.

I hate the word nice, nice is fake good, I should take my advice.

Superstition is not good, touch wood.

Does a gun serve any useful purpose except as a paper weight?

Skaters skate a figure of eight.

Self defence it was decided in the year four hundred is alright.

Make a preemptive strike, goodnight.

I am not quite so sure.

May peace and love endure.

Tich Ennis

16th August, 2017

Full Stop

My best friend Michael O’Brien agrees I should stop giving my stuff away for nothing on my blog. I have written various things and not put them there recently, too busy.

I have only 75 or 76 followers on my blog. My nephew said people liking and following other people’s blogs often only want a like or a following in return. I don’t want those likes and followers. I know at least one is genuine, the only one I wrote to and who replied. Thank you.

My plan is to have a book printed and sell it locally, quite a few people, maybe 43, have said they will buy. I will sell it for almost nothing, the printer will make more than me.

I ordered a book on self-publishing from Amazon today, by Rick Smith, which seems the best on the subject. So my work may be available as a print on demand book (POD) and also electronically when I can get my head around how to set up writing for those and uploading and all that.

That way is known as going over the heads of the gatekeepers, who are very good at slamming doors in people’s faces and ignoring them. Going direct to the public.

25 per cent of the top selling books on Amazon are self published, usually half POD and half digitally. Digital books have a 65 per cent market share, and growing.   People buying digital books buy more books, presumably because they are cheaper than on paper, as well as instantly delivered and other advantages.  Being old and traditional I prefer paper books and do not own an electronic book reader. Also being broke.

The paper method costs more, including to me to get my book printed locally for which I will have to borrow.   Selling as a self publisher through Amazon involves a steep learning curve, hopefully I get to the top of that hill!   But no cost to the writer, except time and know how.   The know how I do not have but hope to learn.

Of course not every book sells, I am well aware of that. Today I heard I failed to win a short story competition. A friend of mine said, when you’re starting you have to do everything for yourself.

Contrary to my title here, this may not be my last word ever on my blog. Look forward to Full Start.

I’m a crazy mixed up old man, not a crazy mixed up kid.

Tich Ennis

4th August, 2017

Daggers Drawn

Why are we at daggers drawn until dawn?

Who fights a duel except a fool?

Death rather than dishonour, yes, he said, as for me I’d rather stay in bed.

He who fights and runs away lives to fight another day.

So they say.

Why fight all night, why be uptight?

Alright.

I am seventy-six and survived some dirty tricks.

Its as clear as mud to me its better if we agree.

Now and then, as Elvis sang, there’s a fool such as me.

People just like me died young, alone, unhonoured and unsung.

I don’t wish to die for a flag or any other rag.

That’s not my bag.

Nor do I wish to die alone in a tangled mess of blood and bone.

Why can’t we leave each other alone?

Talk, at least on the telephone.

Friendliness is not unknown.

Blood or an ice cream cone?

I know which choice is mine.

I hope the weather keeps fine.

Tich Ennis

13th July, 2017

Zoo

A snake in the grass. The elephant in the room. The monkey on my back. A laughing hyena. Head-in-the-sand ostrich.

These and many other colourful metaphors describe the human zoo. We live there, there is no entrance fee. The demon drink. Okay, a demon is not an animal, although depicted as a horned beast, and tailed. Heads I win, tails you lose, that sort of guy.

What do you get when you cross a sheep with a kangaroo? A woolly jumper. That ancient wisdom is on a clay tablet of pre-1960 era, anthropocene. Our era, get used to it. Its all we have to go on.

In earlier, less enlightened times people would visit the local lunatic asylum to see the lunatics raving or otherwise. Now, the lunatics have taken over the asylum. This is the elephant in the room. A room with a view. Isn’t nature wonderful?

Nature red in tooth and claw, said Rudyard Kipling, who spoke a lot of sense. Sense is not popular in intellectual circles, see asylum above. Genius at a push, which is said to be akin to madness. But not the same thing. Different, yes. Vive la difference. The colours of the rainbow, from which all other colours are made.   No, the world is not monochrome, one colour, boring if so, but no.

Reality is multi-coloured, variety is the spice of life. As has been said, possibly by a parrot. Myself in that instance. Sheeplike. Bovine. Alright for sheep and cows. A bull in a china shop. A horse of a different colour. Or a person. Why not? Why indeed? Sameness is boring. But you knew that already.

I hesitated whether to call this piece Metaphorical Zoo, but no, not simple enough. Or A Zoo or The Zoo? The indefinite or the definite article, there is a vast difference. There I go again. Biodiversity in its infinite variety. The variety of human experience. My family and other animals, Gerald Durrell. Planet of the apes. A film, or movie if you prefer.   Your fellow humans.     Enjoy the show. Am I my brother’s keeper or my keeper’s brother?

Don’t try to understand other people’s motives. That way madness lies. One man’s philosophy, I do what I like and laugh at everyone else. Not my philosophy.   There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy, Shakespeare. My kind of creature.

Its not all bad or mad or sad, of that I’m glad.   This piece is subject to revision. As much else.   Hopefully the truth may evolve. It’s a slow process. Each must play their part. Must or should? That would be telling you.

Tich Ennis

10th July, 2017

Carlo Rovelli and Chuck Berry

5th July, 2017

John,

Strange bedfellows. Here are audio recordings from BBC radio stations of recent date, Desert Island Discs, Carlo Rovelli, and what I call the Chuck Berry Story, interviews from 1975 and 1976 with great music, not all by the man himself.

Chuck Berry died in March at the age of ninety. Rock ‘n’ Roll keeps you young. But its not the only thing, said a passerby to me today. Chuck made a cd recently, which I may get around to buying, I heard a track or two on the radio and they were good. There was life in the old dog yet, at least until March.

Rovelli has not died so far, his choice of eight records to take to a desert island was quite good, although no Chuck Berry. Not much good without a record player, even of the wind-up kind. I assume that is also provided, along with the works of Shakepeare and the bible.

I will post this on Friday and am writing on the preceding Wednesday. Who knows what may happen in the interim? Not Theresa May. David Cameron also proved a failure as a fortune teller, and look what happened to him. No one is right all the time.

Rovelli, as you know, says time, space and matter are mythical, or words to that effect. Is only Rock ‘n’ Roll real? Or jazz in your case. A Chuck Berry record, Johnny B. Goode, was sent into outer space on a 78 r.p.m. disc. This assumes aliens, far from being an advanced form of civilisation, are living in the past, the fifties or earlier, the wind up gramophone era, possibly pre electricity.

Is there intelligent life in outer space is a question often asked. Why should there be? Is there intelligent life on Earth replied a smart alec, not Rovelli. Are some people too intelligent for their own good? That could be the case.

A brain surgeon in the U.S. operated on his own brain, successfully. We can’t all be like him, nor would we want to be. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it, a saying in America, home of junk food and a lot else besides. Jazz music is the only art form originating in the U.S., a person told me, a musician. What about pop art?

A rock musician plays three chords to three thousand people, a jazz musician plays three thousand chords to three people. And I quote.   Hopefully not ad nauseam.

This letter comprises the wrapping, the advertisement for the real thing, on discs herewith, to use legal terminology. I enclose herewith, say lawyers. How can it not be herewith if it is enclosed?   Tautology: using unnecessary words. Enough words, d

Tich Ennis

That’s All

I self published a book of my writing. A person who read it said to my brother “He means what he says”. Why not? My father said say what you mean and mean what you say. I do. Who doesn’t? Many.

I have not got many likes or followers of my writing on my blog. I don’t want fake likers or followers.   If you like my stuff, like it, otherwise don’t say you do. Mean what you say. If your stuff is good I will like it and say so. It is good if you mean it, otherwise not. The world and especially the internet is full of fakes. We live in the post truth society. I am not a member. Are you? If so, go away or change your course.   There are genuine people. Those are the followers and likers I want.

I am not in the game of if you like my stuff I will like yours. How many times do I need to say it? I mean what I say.   I mean what I write. I believe words mean what they say. I said to a friend I may be unusual in that.   He said you are. So what?

There are many phrases, stance adopting, grandstanding, poseur, fake, pseud, I’ve had it up to here with the lot of them.   All day every day they’re at it.   The games people play was a book and a film. Never saying what they mean never meaning what they say. A song too.   And true. If you want to write be yourself, then you are true. Its that easy and that hard. That’s why people don’t do it. Show your feelings, for Heaven’s sake!   Then you are you. As you were born to be. To be or not to be, Shakespeare. Great writer because true.

To be original be yourself, as above. You are unique when yourself. Not a fake, a nothing. All artists and people worthy of the name are themselves, the genuine article, the real thing, and different. Not a copy. That’s how to be. It’s the only way. The world is crying out for the real thing. Give it to them. That’s my way, the only way. Yours too when you are you. People are sick to death of fakes and fakery. I am. I’m not the only one.

We have reached peak bullshit, a book says. If you don’t like it don’t do it. Belief is proved by action. Actions speak louder than words. The crap is as high as an elephant’s eye. You know that too.   So do I and many more. Not on my blog, or book if I write another.

Do you want the real thing? You know you do. Me too. These are my feelings.   What are yours? Share them. Tell them.   Show them. That’s you. Practice makes perfect. Stop faking! Mean what you say and say what you mean. Have fun while you’re at it. It’s the real thing or nothing. That’s all.

Tich Ennis

1st July, 2017