Tag Archives: Humour

The Cure

To cure the madness of the world is why art is here.

Some go mad, some say God is here.

In a pint of beer.

Look and listen, open your eyes and ears.

What do you see around you, is life full of fears?

A work of art can play its part, with dedication it is made.

Bring art into the light, out of the shade.

Art is seeing, being, doing.

To a lover it is wooing.

What is life without those things?

In my heart music sings.

See what is, see what’s real.

Above all, feel.

This artist delivers to you this pill.

Should I speak from a hill?

A perfect world had we the will.

So why say art is mad?

The world is, the world is sad.

Art exists to make you glad.

Drink in, drink up and take the cure.

A perfect world for rich and poor.

Tich Ennis

10th September, 2018

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The Crock Of Gold

The Crock of Gold, written by James Stephens, is a neglected masterpiece of which I wish to make an audio recording. This is an intimidating prospect, the book may be two hours long when read aloud. Nothing less than perfection suits me, I am a hard taskmaster. Of myself.

The book is divided into five books and consists of eighteen chapters. I recorded ten of the chapters a few years ago but am not satisfied with my reading of them. So I will start all over again. Joe told me every recording should be made at least three times and select the best. One chapter is over sixteen minutes long to read. There is a pause button on my recording device.

I thought I read too quickly in the first four chapters I recorded and played back to myself, but from there on did better. Of course I would not record this book in one day. At home, with a good quality microphone and a pop filter, which a recording engineer said should be used. Sounds called plosives do not record properly otherwise. This week I will have a pop filter, an inexpensive item.

When the recording is finished, whenever that is, my plan is to have it mastered, as I did with my singing recordings. Mastering improves the sound quality by a large percentage. This costs money, the mastering. Recording this book will be a labour of love, and love costs.   Audio books sell, I have been told, and know from experience.

My plan then would be to put it up for sale on Bandcamp, which costs nothing to sell from, except a small percentage on sales, if any. The best laid plans of mice and men gang oft a-gley. I dislike telling people what I am going to do because it might never happen. However, in this case I make an exception.

The Crock of Gold is an exceptional book, and worth going out of your way for. Therefore I make an exception in its case. I never panic until its time to panic. I am unique because I am the only person in the world who is not unique.

Tich Ennis

10th September, 2018

Better

I have met many people better than me, if you knew me you would agree.

I walk in your shadow, I walk in your light.

I see better in day than in night.

Who is the perfect poet, or was or will be?

Almost definitely not me.

I strive for perfection, perhaps not hard enough.

I moan and wail that life is tough.

I mean mine and yours, the world, the Earth.

Can I find perfection in the land of my birth?

Perfection is something perhaps you have to be.

Who, me?

Tich Ennis

6th September, 2018

Young People

Young people tend to say no one does something when they mean themselves, that’s true.

Do you?

I was unaware anyone knew everyone, I have not met that man.

Or woman to be precise, or orangutan.

Statistically speaking the population of the Earth is big.

They are not the same, some don’t eat pig.

When you say no one nobody you must mean you.

Other people exist too.

Stop saying no one does something when you don’t know or don’t mean what you say.

I don’t listen to rubbish, I go away.

I checked up, you’re wrong.

Sorry to confuse you with the facts, so long.

Tich Ennis

1st September, 2018

Help Me

I wish I had someone to do for me the things I need to do.

How about you?

Do you feel the same way too?

Look in the mirror, enjoy the view.

Here’s talking to you, prodigal son.

Who else will do it, you are the only one.

Tough luck, that’s how the mop flops, be your slave.

Fortune favours the brave.

A little help, a word or two from someone who has been there before means a lot to me.

I will get it done when you and I agree.

Someone asked do I want to be famous well not really, no.

I appreciate appreciation, I should start before I go.

Tell me something I don’t know.

I wait to hear from a man called Joe.

Finding how is hard I said before.

Repeating yourself is a bore.

I won’t say more.

Tich Ennis

31st August, 2018

Into The Future

Into the future comes the child.

An ever changing world greets her, fortune smiled.

What lies in store only time will tell.

Yin and yang, Heaven or Hell?

Someone looks after her now.

She may swing beneath a bough.

Looking back what will she say when life comes to an end?

I did it my way and I had a friend.

Hopefully at least that’s what she’ll say.

I wish her well in every way.

Another little one comes along.

Life is a never-ending song.

Tich Ennis

27th August, 2018

Talking Cure

We give each other therapy, you and I, who has the cure, must we die?

Thanks for the talk therapy, I am not a dog.

I am allowed on the couch, neither am I a frog.

If I said I think I’m a spoon would you say don’t stir?

If I said I am transgender would you say him or her?

Was Freud a fraud, did he fiddle his results or what?

In which belief should I put faith, gobbledegook or not?

You are a friend who does not charge, at least you do not cost.

Just another member of the legion of the lost.

Tich Ennis

2nd August, 2018