Tag Archives: Politics

Rasta Guitar

4th May 2018

Tim,

Here are two recordings from BBC Radio 4 of this month and last, Guitar Maker (Roger Bucknall) and Rastafarian Poet, the life story of Benjamin Zephaniah, read by himself. As well as a song of this year, Someone Out There Loves You, sung by Rae Morris.

If I ever buy a guitar if I ever have the money I would like to get it from Roger Bucknall, one of the great accoustic guitar makers of the world. To make a great guitar requires great knowledge of woods and other materials and a lot of skill, care and attention, the Devil is in the detail.

More than one person (two) have said about my singing I should learn the guitar, in the meantime what, air guitar?   The guitar sounds on the Bucknall CD are surpassingly beautiful.

Zephaniah, U.K. born, of Jamaican ancestry, asks why do white people hate us? Good question. He was a poet, a gangster, then a poet again. It sometimes seems it helps to be a member of an oppressed community if a person wishes to be an artist, it provides motivation. Not that anger is a pleasant emotion.

Persecution is good for you said someone known to you and me. You have to be twice or three times as good to get promotion if you are a woman or black. The rich are deprived. Wealth is of the spirit. Money in the right hands is as wonderful as anything else.

I have a lot of other recordings on my computer I can send you over time. I hope you enjoy these.

I might send you a DVD of myself reading some of my stuff if I get around to making it. Once a technophobe, always a technophobe. Before I tell you the solution to this problem tell me how difficult it is because when I tell you the answer you will say how obvious it is, said Sherlock to Dr. Watson.

Dr. Watson was painting a door lemon. Sherlock Holmes walked by. Lemon entry Watson, he said.

Must I?

I sold two copies of my singing CD, Great Irish Songs, to a couple outside a café here this week. At this rate it will take me a long time to become a million seller. No answer from Claddagh Records about the disc I gave them, I must not be purist enough for them. Long live the common people!

Best wishes and happy listening from David (Tich) Ennis

 

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Idealism

When young I thought I might be an idealist. I read that young people are idealists, and I was young. I looked the word up in a dictionary. It said an idealist is a person with unrealistic expectations. My heart sank.

Are my expectations unrealistic? What are they, what were they? I was unsure. I know now, now that I am old. My hope and wish is for the truth to be, to hear and see it said, done and spoken. Where? Here and now, in real life. Is that unrealistic? Will it always be?

In what sphere do I wish for the truth? In the sphere called the Earth, the world, here and now and always and in all mediums and media, through all, with all and to all. Some hope.

Skilled liars are everywhere. Look no further than what we call the news. Listen to them speak. To each other, against each other. For themselves, not for the truth. And all spoken in the guise of the truth. The truth of a lie is that it pretends to be the truth, it is false, it is not the truth.

Does the truth exist? Yes. It is rare, but everywhere at the same time. What is rare is valuable. From the lips of a child or an honest man or woman in all walks of life.   To be honest is to be told you are a fool. By whom? The liars and self seekers.

The truth is not self serving. It is as the mother of a child. The truth serves others. Does the truth teller benefit from telling the truth, doing the truth, being true? The truth teller does not care. But yes, the true person has self respect. And respects others. And all things.

As we say in Ireland, it’s a hard oul’ station. And getting harder all the time. The truth is like gold dust in this world. Rare and valuable, but held in honour and esteem.

You cannot reveal the truth without revealing yourself. At junior school we were told we are vehicles for the truth. I thought I don’t know the truth. I thought the truth was something said in words. The truth is nothing if not done. Words may be lies, actions never lie.

I believe what you do, not what you say. So said an old man. I am old, I quote his words. The older I get the less I believe what people say, the more I believe what they do, to quote his exact words. And so say all of us.

You can fool some of the people all the time and all the people some of the time but not all the people all the time. This too has been said. How true.

To an artist friend I said I want to change the world. You would have to change yourself first he said. There’s many a true word spoken in jest. Must the truth exist only in aspiration, hopes and dreams? I hope not. And believe not.   And know it is not so. But why so rare?

Because the truth does not serve the self and self servers are everywhere. It was all said before.   There’s none so deaf as those who don’t want to hear. The poet T.S. Eliot said the truth is what is most hated. A poem is said to encapsulate a truth. Poets speak the truth to power.

You get no thanks for telling the truth, so I have heard. A greater man than I could say this more tellingly, more convincingly. But where is he? In jail, an asylum or dead? Failing his presence I speak.

I say what every fool knows. I know, and I am a fool. Who is the fool? Listen to the fool.

At school we were told listen to madmen. They say wise things. Simple people know the truth. The truth is simple and profound. And known to all. Even me. And you.

So, am I an old idealist? Old, yes. Hope springs eternal in the human breast. May idealism be realised. And hope fulfilled. And idealism realise its dream, a true world.

Of all sad words of tongue or pen the saddest are these, it might have been. Words of a poet, Robert Louis Stevenson. So let it be. As it could be, as it should be, as it might be, as it can be and would be if we had the will. Or have it.

I’ll let it go at that. Don’t say no one told you. And the joke is you know all this already. So do I. Listen to a fool. Listen to yourself. Who’s fooling who?   Tell me something I don’t know, you may say.

I am a poor poet in the poverty stricken sense and probably in the other sense also. Here I speak in prose. What is prose? Anything that is not poetry.

May the truth be realised, understood and acted on. Do I make myself clear? The world badly needs it. We can agree on that.

Dare to be true. Dare to be you. And allow others to be. That’s the how, as a teacher said. Why must it be spelled out? Even a fool knows that. I descend into prose to speak these words.

It must be spelled out because ignored, hated, despised and treated as non-existent. The truth is a way of being. A way of doing. If you want to know you do know. And you are not alone.

I was born for a better world than this. So were you. Hope lives on. It never dies. I am old, but not dead yet. Hope lives on.   The truth is here. It never dies.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Goodbye.

This may be mad but I’m glad I said it.

Tich Ennis

13th April, 2018

 

Shame

You can’t be ashamed of what you didn’t do, if I give you responsibility its up to you.

Life is nearly over, time flew.

Now and then I write a line or two.

What rhymes with zoo?

Now and then the sky is blue.

Tich Ennis

28th March, 2018

Anti-Foreigner

Being anti-foreigner gets you votes.

We want foreigners by the throats.

That cuts both ways.

We approach the end of days.

Tich Ennis

20th March, 2018

Faulty Lotto Ticket

I bought a faulty lotto ticket, what else is new?

Did you?

What’s a guy to do?

Lotto is a tax on stupidity some Italian said, you have almost as much chance of winning if you don’t have a ticket as if you do, more or less zero.

Why be a dead hero?

Tich Ennis

19th March, 2018

Boy Band

I am a boy band of one, God’s misbegotten son.

Many a man rocks another man’s cradle as long as he is able.

DNA has a lot to say.

Has nature or nurture made me what I am, do I give a damn?

Boy bands grow up, its time to shut up.

Tich Ennis

16th March, 2018

Mass

Years ago Irish people weren’t allowed go to Mass.

Now they would consider it cruel if they were made go, I’ll let that pass.

Does science prove there is no God, I’m asking you?

You believe what suits you, that’s true.

I do.

Tich Ennis

13th March, 2018