Category Archives: Writing

Normal People

Normal people like my stuff, so I heard, that’s enough.

Young and old alike, the rest get on your bike.

I sing what I like.

The best of the old is great, it was new once, age is your fate.

Why hesitate?

I won’t say more, I could say less.

My parting words, God bless.

It cheers me up to ring a friend, try it, this is not the end.

Make do and mend.

Eternal friend.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

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Messages

If you don’t send a message you can’t expect one in return.

I have a lot to learn.

I spoke with various friends today.

I have not gone away.

They heard what I had to say.

Life has its ups and downs for all concerned.

That is what I learned.

Message returned.

This poem appears to say almost nothing at all.

That’s all.

Tich Ennis

3rd February, 2018

Theory

In theory I am a genius but in practice no.

I have a long way to go.

I am an apprentice millionaire, just starting out.

When I find out how I’ll give you a shout.

I am the world’s greatest lover, I have some practice in that sphere.

I just say to a girl, come here.

Theory means nothing if not put into practice, learn that first.

Then do your thing, shut up, or else you’re cursed.

Dream while you’re asleep, not all day.

That’s more or less all I have to say.

Mere words are a waste of time.

Is this a poem or a rhyme?

Don’t live only in theory, don’t you see.

Leave that to me.

Tich Ennis

21st January, 2018

Late

I’ve left it rather late to do anything at all.

I like writing most of all.

So I write, that’s what I do.

Do I sound anything like you?

I thought I couldn’t do it, now I don’t care.

I feel, the words are there.

I’m old, shall my story be told?

The most boring subject is oneself, that book stays on the shelf.

Everyone’s life is interesting, so I heard.

I believe in the word.

I wanted to write when young, and did some, sometimes I bit my tongue.

Don’t want to be, just do.

An old man’s advice to you.

Tich Ennis

17th January, 2018

Patreon – Artist Patronage

Dear reader, if any.  I have no idea why this stuff came out formatted this way, I cut and pasted from gmail, bear with me. d

Patreon – Artist Patronage

Tich Ennis 
Jan 16 (2 days ago)
to Helena

https://tichennis.wordpress.com/2018/01/16/patreon-maybe/

 

I don’t know much about this yet but it seems good.  I need to find out more.  Keep going,

d

Tich Ennis 
10:26 PM (22 hours ago)
to Luke, Kevin

Luke,

 

Helena thought I should ask you about this Patreon thing, suggested to my by Kevin a couple of years ago, but I am only now investigating it.  Check out my link above, absolutely at the consideration and investigation stage, that’s where I am.

Some guy said in a video that Patreon is only a subscription or Patronage site, the artist has to make him or herself known, so as to get followers, on other social media platforms, Facebook, Instagram or whatever.  So people know they exist.

There is a lot I don’t know about Patreon, yet.  What do you think?

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZ1mE6IORYQ

 

This guy in this link is analytical and quite good, talking about the patronage models, a per item or per month basis, the pros and cons of each.

 

On some other video I got the idea an artist can offer choices to their patrons, one or other of the above and set the amount in each case, maybe have various patrons at their own choice of amount of and method of payment.

 

I don’t know if anyone can browse on Patreon and check various art forms, videos or whatever, hopefully yes, but maybe not.

 

Whatever Patreon is it is not alone the answer to every artist’s problems.

 

Some books on Patreon are available on Amazon UK, mostly by download.  I’ll check them out.

 

Books when good have a good comprehensive overview.  What is it, how does it work, the first questions.  The Devil is in the detail, as I said to Helena.

 

Find out all about it and then don’t do it?  A false dawn?

 

A small apple is better than none, make your own analogy.

 

It is good it exists.  Not many know I do.  I have 81 followers on my blog.  I never or hardly ever look at my Facebook page but copy my blog entries there.  One real flesh and blood human said he likes my stuff on Facebook, keep putting it there.

 

Even a few patrons are better than none or would be.

 

Something is better than nothing.

 

Have you any thoughts?  Finding good stuff on the internet is liking finding a Ming vase in a rubbish dump.

 

I have been told I will be famous after I die.  Looks like a fake suicide is in order.

 

No wreaths please,

 

David

 

 

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Preview YouTube video Patreon: Pros and Cons

Patreon: Pros and Cons

 

Tich Ennis 
10:38 AM (9 hours ago)
to Helena, Luke, Kevin

 

———- Forwarded message ———-
From: Tich Ennis >

On further reading it appears Patreon does not allow browsing except for the top five in each category.  An artist must publicise or market themselves elsewhere, social media for example.  This is just what I am not good at.

I would have preferred if it could be described as like an art gallery, a bookshop or a record and cd shop where the public may browse the total stock, as well as ask for things by name.  But no.

The two books on Amazon on Patreon have conflicting reviews, thumbs up and thumbs down, the nay sayer saying of one all this information can be got off Youtube, the frequently asked questions and About, on the Patreon website.

The difference is its all together in a book, a book is quicker and better than hunting all over the place.

I will still consider Patreon.

When on my blog I put all my posts on Twitter, FaceBook and that Google plus thing or whatever its called.

Whether anyone notices is up to them.

I sometimes put a link to my most recent blog post on one of those chatlines that comes up alongside when I call up a radio station I listen to.

That is the extent of my interaction with the digital world.

Neither I nor my work is famous.

Yours humbly,

David

 

 

 

Tich Ennis 
7:47 PM (41 minutes ago)
to Helena, Luke, Kevin

So I assess Patreon and find it wanting.  I have not given up all hope.  Nor do I know every detail about this thing Patreon.  My investigation is not complete.

As to self advertising, which is alien to my nature, I could publish an e-book on Kindle or wherever and maybe collect some reviews.  Including naysayers.

Samuel Johnston said the Irish are a very fair minded people, they never speak well of one another.  Bang on. Some people are born to criticise, in the negative sense.  Nature or nurture? Even Patreon is not all bad.

There is a little good in the worst of us and a little bad in the best of us.

Said a deceased relative, speaking while alive.

If the mountain won’t come to Mahomet Mahomet must come to the mountain.  The artist similarly?  The general public live in blissful ignorance of myself and my work.  When ignorance is bliss tis folly to be wise.

James of Beat That the oldie and second hand book store said my brother and I should stage a naked protest outside the local hotel which won’t put up my poster even though they suggested it, making world wide headlines and myself famous in the process.  My brother said we should wait for better weather.

The naked artist.  Burned at the steak.  Medium rare.  What to do with my ashes?  Lay them alongside my work, hopefully not also consumed in flames.

I, hermit.  Not robot.  Isaac Asimov said that first.  As we say in this country, its a hard oul’ station.  And getting harder all the time.  And I quote.

The internet lacks an editor, keeping the good stuff, throwing out the bad.  Nowadays editing is thought to mean mere appearance, which font, layout on the page, nothing to do with the content and what it says.  Boybands chosen for appearance not voice.  The world we live in.  Appearance also matters, but it is not the only thing.  Say that in a beauty parlour.

Says I to a woman outside a hotel who said she had been at the beauty parlour, did it make any difference?  That must have made you very popular said a friend.

I described the treatment I would offer as a beauty treatment.  Paint all over then use paint stripper.  Would you come, I asked her?  Mud baths, milk baths, cucumber on your eyes, I ask you.  The world we live in.

I’m in the wrong business.

Yours artistically,

David

I have not condemned Patreon to Hell.

d

Tich Ennis

18th January, 2018

 

 

Every Son

Every son is a heartbreaker, every mother is a peacemaker.

How was I, how will I be, my mother is ancient history.

If I said I would do something when I’m good and ready when would that be says I to she a very long time says she to me.

So I had my feet on the table and she said she would rather I had not, I thought of girls and rock’n’roll that was all I got.

Now I am the oldest, my older brother died, there was a break in my voice, I almost cried.

I was there when my mother died.

My brother, I have more than one, said to my mother how good she was to look after us when she was left alone.

She said she thought others had done it so she could do it too, from a choking dog’s throat she removed a bone.

Everyone’s life is their own.

Need I say more, must I gild the lily?

In my life I have been silly.

My favourite singer is a hillbilly.

My likes vary from time to time, that is no crime.

My favourite music is what I’m listening to right now.

Well chosen, yes, I love it anyhow.

That’s all for now.

So how on Earth is this poem about every son?

I don’t know, I am only one.

Many are called but few are chosen may be said as many are cold but few are frozen, so my father said.

He is also dead.

Well I’m not quite.

Alright.

Goodnight.

I never quite know when to stop.

Am I the good or bad cop?

Have a lollipop.

Full stop.

Tich Ennis

19th December, 2017

Must I?

Must I write poems all the time, must I say everything in rhyme?

My best friend said yes, keep writing, at least when you’re writing you’re not fighting.

Long ago, so we were told, Ireland was nothing but saints and scholars.

Now we sell ourselves for dollars.

Priests don’t wear collars.

Maybe this will never see the light of day, so what, its what I have to say.

I have not gone away.

Neither I nor the IRA.

I do as needs must.

Before I turn into dust.

Gold does not rust.

Tich Ennis

23rd November, 2017