16th June, 2018
16th June, 2018
13th June, 2018
5th June, 2018
As soon as they can talk they start telling you what to do, do you?
They also learn to walk, is that all they ever learn?
They and you must earn.
Are you good with children or do you like children to be good with you, who knows what to do.
Should they be seen and not heard, noisy squealers, I can’t hear a word.
How do you like children, boiled or fried?
Born every year in an unceasing tide.
They go through the gamut of emotions in a day, an hour.
I was a child, I am a wilted flower.
Must I say everything about children in one poem, they have their charm in small doses.
Your life is not your own with them, I’ll take halitosis.
5th June, 2018
24th May, 2018
28th May, 2018
25th May, 2018
I write on the 23rd but will post on Friday, the 25th. Here is a DVD I made called Tich Ennis DVD sample, also copy of a letter to John White to whom I sent it last Friday. The DVD is of about 15 minutes playing time and has 5 films made by me on my Apple Mac desktop computer using the supplied program, Photo Booth. I was unaware of this program until recently and now film myself speaking my pieces and put them on my blog, YouTube and Facebook.
See my letter to John White for more information.
Please let me know what you think of these movies. I consult you as to content, John as to technical aspects and Peter Somers aesthetically.
I now have several movies on the above platforms, and more waiting. I have 100 followers of my blog, as a friend of mine said, people with nothing better to do!
I don’t know how many letters I have sent you in my lifetime, they could probably be counted on the fingers of one hand. You once said you love my letters.
I know you are in pain and often in hospital. Once exasperatedly I said to you you don’t even tell me if you read my letters or listen to or look at anything I send you. Then, you said you are in hospital, which you were. But not always. When you are well enough please do so. I need to know whether you want more from me. I too am human. I am not ignoring you.
Many a rose is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air. No rose without a thorn. You did respond, when prodded, when I asked about my singing CD, and excellently. Thank you. By text or voice is satisfactory, text preferred because more permanent.
Why do artists create? Fame is the spur, said someone, possibly a character in Shakespeare. Neither money nor fame are my spur. I create for love. Because I love it. Some have said they like my stuff. Or some of it. My best friend is dead, I think he liked all of it. He has gone to that bourne from which no traveller returns.
Empathy on all sides is required. Who is sorriest for themself here, you or I? Possibly you, with some justification. How do I know if you want more from me if you don’t respond? I don’t want to give unwanted gifts. One Porsche for sale, unwanted gift. I did not so advertise. Or Ferrari, as the case may be.
If I sound a bit bloody minded here it is because I am bleeding. Metaphorically speaking. We may be engaged in a dialogue of the deaf.
Say it ain’t so,
David (Tich) Ennis
23rd May, 2018
I’m lost in thought.
What have I bought?
A pig in a poke?
Sorry I spoke.
26th April, 2018