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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

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Anonymous Letter

I am who you don’t know but I know you.

I saw you through the keyhole too.

Be not afraid, I shall not spill the beans.

Do it yourself by all means.

Headlines in the paper inches high.

People will know your name before you die.

In the meantime carry on.

I’m watching you, I’m here, I’m gone.

Tich Ennis

27th December, 2017

Dream – Immortal Word

I’m always getting ready never doing.

Or so it seems.

I achieve in my dreams.

When all the pieces fall into place will I be in a state of grace?

I was not dealt the perfect hand I am no rock‘n’roll band.

Whoever heard of a band of one is there such a thing under the Sun?

Throw a pack of cards in the air or a jigsaw puzzle.

Beware of a dog without a muzzle.

Toast always falls face down, so said some clown.

If I do nothing will anything happen, anything at all?

When I talk to myself I’m talking to the wall.

I don’t want to be rude but should I get up off my arse, my bum?

Hand me the key to kingdom come.

I speak in the vulgar tongue.

I am a common man, as common as muck.

I bet you thought I was going to say fuck.

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017

Dear Millionaire

Millionaire, Somewhere

1st December, 2017

Dear Millionaire,

I wrote to you in 2014 enclosing a copy of my book Pub Talk which you paid ten euros for and wrote a nice letter of appreciation, thank you.   I am still alive and kicking at the age of 76 and writing and, what’s more, singing!

Here is my latest (second) book also self-published, Reasonable Rhymes, and my CD (self singing) Great Irish Songs and a Christmas Card, self and Santa. Cost of CD ten euros.   Book five. (Twenty would be nice).

I hope you enjoy them all. If the music is not to your taste perhaps you know someone to whom it would make a suitable gift.

I now live in Reality, Seaview Avenue, Arklow, Co. Wicklow, house named by me. My brother thinks it funny to have civil servants writing to reality!

Technical and price details: The book, saddle-stitched, costs me three euros to have printed here locally and the CD hopefully costs me about or less than four euros to have duplicated, cover and all.   All design and layout work by me. Cover photo on book a lily from a neighbour’s garden, photo by my sister, idea of my brother.

Also here are two pieces of writing, a poem I wrote today while thinking of possibly writing to you, called Millionaire, and something I wrote called Books And Other Things. I have a blog with 81 followers, If I was a pop singer I suppose I would have millions.   Also am on Facebook and YouTube, under my professional name of Tich Ennis, birth name David.

Someone said you don’t get rich writing poetry, how about singing?   My brother says its much easier to sell a music CD than a book of poetry, people are put off poetry because of the strange, meaningless stuff written in its name today, that’s why I called my book rhymes,

I hope you may at least play and listen to my CD, of course as well as read my book, you liked the last one. The songs are all out of copyright, so I won’t have to pay any royalties if I manage to sell any. The CD mastered by Beardfire of Dublin, some people here are professional and know what they’re doing, you may take that personally if you like.   My brother says the CD sounds 25 per cent better since mastering, presentation is all-important.

Oops, I came onto a second page, I meant to keep this fairly short, I know you are busy. As I am on a second page I may as well put that poem I wrote today (26th November) here.   Title arbitrary, with or without your second name. Here goes:

Millionaire

You live in your world I in mine may our worlds collide?

Or intersect if that’s correct, the Moon controls the tide.

Who knows what may happen all is happenstance.

What girl may dance with you at a dance?

The Muse is musing and comes not at a time of your choosing.

Life is for living has been said at the worst confusing and at the best amusing.

If I go all transcendental here you might say I’m mental.

Have a very good year.

Tich Ennis

25th November, 2017

         Now that I’ve got that out of the way what else is left to say? Okay, nix with the rhymes. Address me as David, hear final track on my CD, In reality, or Reality, I am David.

What I like about those songs are the great words, basically I am a writer, I love words. The slogan on the front, At least you can hear the words, was said by someone I gave the CD to in an earlier incarnation, I thought it was funny so I put it on. I was the best reader in my class at school (showing off!)

My best friend says I can’t sing but I have a unique voice. I was told at school I can’t sing, so was Elvis. We have that in common.

My mother, a piano teacher, said timing is more important than getting the exact note, my rhythm I think is good. And you can hear the words, which is more than can be said for some singers. I love all the songs.   A local singer said you should only sing songs you like.

The Santa on the card I send is a local guy, the best Santa I ever saw, and what’s more his beard is real, he started growing it last June.   I saw him on the street and asked a girl to photo me with him.   Kids followed him off stage and were having their photo taken with him.   Happenstance, see poem above!

So I got the photo printed and am using it as a Christmas card and costing less than shop bought ones!

The number of people who have paid for my work are a small and select group, join the club, please, if you will. Enjoy!

         Tich Ennis

26th 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

My Life

I want my life to be my own, leave me alone.

Yes, I want to be with you but I have my own things to do.

Do I sound like you?

I do nothing from time to time and other times a lot.

Thanks a lot for all your help, if I didn’t say it I forgot.

My way is my way, I need to fit in.

Some of you are great, I am beginning to begin.

Slowly slowly catchee monkey someone said.

Darwin said my dad’s an ape, I have got out of bed.

Tich Ennis

24th October, 2017