Friday, 9th August, 2019
I wrote nine poems yesterday, an unusually high number for me but not unprecedented. All are on my blog tichennis.com and all have so far at least one like. I got one more follower yesterday and my total may now be 270.
Some of the poems I wrote yesterday had as few as four lines, some a good few more. This one, https://tichennis.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/about-me/
which I was going to call My Character I called About Me instead because apparently I already had another poem written with the name My Character.
Someone said I don’t write poems, I write rhymes. Oh well. A friend said I will be famous after I die. That’s something to look forward to. I don’t only write poems, which I insist on calling them. A much maligned genre. Poetry, what sins are committed in thy name? Manifold, to use an archaic word, though not archaic in motor car engines.
So you should have my book Arklow Voice and my CD Great Irish Songs today if not sooner. Do they constitute a suitable requiem? Am I born before my time? What times are coming? A more enlightened age, hopefully.
The one and only written in print in a newspaper review of my work and very brief it was was this year when I took part in a poetry reading and the report described my poetry as “unique”. That’s nice to know. Wendy Cope the popular English poet said poetry readings are a form of torture, a line I quoted before that recent reading of mine, saying I hoped to prove her wrong. I heard indirectly someone’s brother thought I was good. No, not my brother, he was not there.
Some guy I met in a pub said he tried being a comedian but no one laughed at his jokes. I thought that was funny but was too polite to laugh. He could tell that one. Samuel Beckett is a comedian, he said everything is futile, it would be better never to have been born. I wouldn’t go that far, someone said. Unintentional humour is often the funniest I said to a friend, it always is he said. Okay, he’s a bit emphatic.
I asked Centra here in Arklow would they sell my last book, Reasonable Rhymes, they said everything they sell is supplied by Musgraves. I looked them up the other day, nothing but groceries appeared to be mentioned, they are a multi million euro business. I had thought you might approach them then I thought why not me?
Of all sad words of tongue or pen the saddest are these, it might have been – Robert Louis Stevenson. Why do artists want appreciation? Why do they do what they do? If its for money I’m a dead loss.
So, what do you think of my book and CD, they’re not just for looking at? I have no day job to give up, so don’t say don’t give up the day job. My day job is writing and living and all that goes with it. I will not stop. Till death do us part. My pen and me. Or I if you prefer.
Centra do sell newspapers and magazines (not of a high literary value). I also asked the local Easons but all their stock is supplied by head office. Not about my new book Arklow Voice, it has not been printed yet except for proof copies, of which you have the most recent.
I would like to enter the real world sometime, not just in my imagination. So would millions of others. I am not alone.
Oscar Wilde said there are only two kinds of books, good books and bad books. Is mine good? I like it, but who am I to say? The last person in the world.
I await your judgement. Smiling the boy fell dead. Entertaining the masses is a serious business. It depends how you look at it.
I more or less said it all in my last letter. If people like things they pay for them. I won’t repeat myself. My blog will probably last until I die. I will never give up.
If the public won’t pay for my stuff they can have it for nothing. That seems like a bargain.
I like people liking my stuff, that comes first. Blogging costs nothing, printing books does.
I won’t try your patience any longer. How long is a piece of string? It depends where you cut it,
David (Tich) Ennis