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Should I Stop?

Should I stop trying to succeed in the real world, this planet Earth?

For what its worth.

Give my stuff away free, that’s me.

How many paid money or even bought me a drink?

Let me think.

Some yes, some few, God bless.

People say they love my work, that’s pleasing.

That’s the reason.

Officially I am ignored, apparently the powers that be are bored.

Maybe I should stop trying if people aren’t buying.

And stop crying.

I don’t know. On I go.

More later, alligator.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

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Patreon – Maybe?

I am considering signing up for the artists’ patronage site, Patreon.  At a glance it appears good or maybe very good.  I don’t allow myself to get excited.  Some guy said he doesn’t believe in positive thinking because you think its going to happen and it doesn’t then you get all depressed.

Where have all the patrons gone?  Gone to the digital world, everyone.  There goes the mob, I am their leader, I must follow them.  After further consideration.  Look before you leap.  Yesterday we stood on the edge of an abyss, today we take a great leap forward – Russian politician.

My most recent poem blogged here, Sinn Fein, is not my most recent poem, I normally put them up chronologically, in order of writing.  I suppose I’ll get around to putting that earlier one up.   I need to read up about Patreon.

Its snowing here now, first snow I’ve seen for a long time.  Predicted, but predictions are often unreliable.  You can’t be wrong all the time.

About Patreon, when I know what, how, and why I may write further on that topic.  If it works, it works.  It appears to work for some, as far as I can see from a brief study.

I feel my stuff is uncategorisable, does not fit any niche or genre, I know some like it.  The real world and the virtual, the real world is more expensive.  Matter matters, matter costs.  Paper, ink, printing, plastic discs, but I like that world too.  It is my first love.

So I climb a learning curve.  Slow learner though I be.  I desire a comprehensive overview.  I feel it may take me three days to get there, the summit, apex, pinnacle, look up your thesaurus.  Top.  From where I will survey the scene.

Where to have the picnic?  Or whether, weather permitting.  The top will do, enjoy the view.  Birds may eat the crumbs.  The joy of alfresco, no floor to sweep up.  And if you spill your drink don’t panic.  Far from the kitchen sink.

Patreon here I come but will you notice?  New worlds to conquer, said the unwanted immigrant.  Napoleon was not French, I console myself with that thought.  An outsider.  With an objective view.

Does anyone want my tourist postcards?

Tich Ennis

16th January, 2018

 

Explaining Stupidity

I will now explain stupidity to those who have no brain.

There are none of those, the emperor wore no clothes.

A child could see and see it all.

Yet others chose blindness turning their faces to the wall.

Use your brain you dope you lazy thing.

See through the emperor or king.

Stupidity is not using your brain, you have it, use it.

It is really there, you didn’t lose it.

Is it true you’d rather die than think?

If so that’s why you’re stupid, my pen runs out of ink.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2017

Am I?

Am I a conventional poet am I damn.

I don’t know what I am.

Bread and jam.

I ate as a child, did I go wild?

What am I now anyhow?

The sum of all my experiences, pig and sow.

Behind the plough.

I’m experimental now.

Yes I believe oh God I do.

In you.

In that sense I might as well go to Hell.

Oh well.

To Hell and back for the crack.

I will be back.

When I know I’ll tell you so.

I am old and I am new.

You too.

Tich Ennis

29th 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

Revolt

The revolt of the young against the old is an old story retold.

You are and were wrong is their never ending song.

We will change things before we’re old like you, die soon, good riddance too.

Students are revolting, is that a joke, sorry I spoke.

If I don’t like what you say shut up, you dictator you, I can be a dictator too.

How dare you say I am like you?

The worst of it is it is true.

Tich Ennis

12th November, 2017

Fan Letter

Upheavals everywhere.

Its in the air.

The authorities clamp down.

Freedom is out of town.

Even Fats Domino is down.

If I see eighty-nine will I be free?

And others along with me.

We’ll see.

Blue Monday, Blueberry Hill, I remember them still.

Happiness is not dead, it never goes away.

Its here to stay.

Why look the other way?

We have our music, all the same.

Fats Domino, I’m glad you came.

Tich Ennis

25th October, 2017