Tag Archives: Dance

Spirit

The spirit of the age is one filled with rage.

As a monkey in a cage.

Let me out, let me out they shout.

Its all about.

Here, there and everywhere.

Its in the air.

What happened to love, Heaven’s above?

When push comes to shove.

Hate does not bring us to Heaven’s gate.

Heaven can wait.

We await our fate.

Hell, what is coming, a bomb?

Or kingdom come.

Is it time to return to source?

Of course.

Must I spell it out?

Hell is all about.

I speak in a whisper, not a shout.

Love will find you out.

Tich Ennis

17th December, 2016

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Ignoring Me

I am here, are you there?

Do you care?

I send you lots of stuff, have you had enough?

Do you even look?

Am I a book?

Was I born to be ignored, are you bored?

You never stop talking, do you look when walking?

Try, look, listen, is it time we started kissing?

You don’t know what you’re missing.

Old gold retold, a story just for you.

Me too.

If you hear from me, tell me.

I am real, smell me.

Tich Ennis

12th December, 2016

Penrose

9th December, 2016

John,

Here is the recording you asked for, Roger Penrose, physicist, interviewed on BBC Radio Four last month.

Also, two other recordings which may or may not be of interest to you, or even playable.

First, one I call 1955 Rock ‘n’ Roll, approximately an hour long, the first in a series of thirty programs being broadcast by BBC Radio 6 music comprising the best music from the years 1955 to 1979, first on the air in 1980. Also including news and views from the year in question as heard and played at the time. Who wants old news?

Second, a disc in MP3 (compressed) form which may not play on your player, eight one hour programs from a similar series broadcast on BBC Radio Two most recently in 2015. That series, even better than the 1955 sample on the other disc, was of fifty years from 1951 to 2000 and I have them all on my computer. Truly excellent, as many BBC programs are. My opinion for what its worth.

That second disc, which I renamed Pop History, has the shows and years 1951 to 1958, a show per year. I am unclear as to how many hours may fit on an audio disc in compressed (MP3) form, but have those eight hours here, the first eight hours of that series. Otherwise the second disc would be eight discs in audio, standard, form.

The Penrose disc is only 28 minutes long and it is to be hoped we all have more hours and minutes than that left to us. Therefore, these other discs. All work and no play, etcetera.

To another friend I send today far more playing and reading time but he has other interests of no interest to those not interested. I won’t bore you with them, read the papers.

A computer makes an excellent audio recorder to those who know what they’re doing, which I sometimes do. Also, video recorder.

A Kerry teacher’s audio-visual aid:

Do you see this stick and do you hear what I’m saying?

The physical force method of education. Those were the days! And they call them the good old days. I never let my schooling interfere with my education – Mark Twain.

Kindly send ten euros to David Ennis, Reality, Seaview avenue, Arklow. We have to keep the show on the road.

God bless the BBC and all who sail in her,

Tich Ennis

 

 

 

In My Opinion

Why are people so opinionated?

That’s my opinion, anyway.

Is the world an onion?

It brings tears to my eyes.

A word to the wise.

Peel away a layer, there is another one there.

And so on until you get to the end, my friend.

Onions are good to eat but may leave a smell on your breath.

Do not fear death.

Would you kiss after eating an onion?

Not in my opinion.

Tich Ennis

8th December, 2016

Success In The World

Does it matter?

Am I thinner or fatter?

Would I be better off in Stoneybatter?

Who cares about my words, my voice?

Am I your choice?

I am neither here nor there.

I’m everywhere.

In the air you breathe.

With people in need.

Who cares I if I live or die?

You make me cry.

Who cares about who first, you or I?

I am the same as you.

That’s who.

 Tich Ennis

30th November, 2016

Summer Breeze

I am there and not there, I am in the air.

I care.

I care for music, love and story, nature’s glory.

I care for anything well done.

I care for fun.

These are all for you, me too.

I am in the music, in the trees, in a Summer breeze.

I am in the sky, in the sea, they are in me.

That’s all I have to say today.

I have not gone away.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2016

Ark

Things are calm in the eye of the storm.

Is the storm the norm?

I ask merely for information.

I wish to avoid consternation.

Whom should I ask, the weather man or girl?

Here comes a hurricane, we’re in for a whirl.

May you live in interesting times is a Chinese curse.

Things go from bad to worse.

Historians, take notes.

We have each other by the throats.

Buy boats.

Noah’s ark.

We’re in the dark.

A white dove flies overhead.

Get out of bed.

Open your eyes.

Surprise.

We have no jobs, no cash, no hope.

Throw me a rope.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2016