Tag Archives: Technology

It

It all came out of nothing or almost nothing or so they say and made what we see today.

It they are right it will eventually implode after all they said it did explode.

Fragments returning to their preternatural state, is that our fate?

Well yes and no don’t say I told you so.

Once upon a time a long time ago all continents were one.

What, even the Sun?

Here I refer to the magical number one.

It’s a small step from infinity, goodbye, I’ve got to run.

Tich Ennis

16th November, 2017

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Procrastination

A foray into the outside world putting off what I should do.

Am I like you?

The task I face appears immense, have I any sense?

The Devil is in the detail, my head begins to spin.

When will I begin?

The more you know the more you know you don’t know.

I thought I’d say that before I go.

The people I work with appear good, am I?

If not, why?

So many questions to ask before I get down to my task.

Take them one by one.

Have fun.

Ask the right question.

That’s my suggestion.

Of the right person too.

It could be you.

Get up and do.

Nothing ventured nothing gained.

An old saying, the truth remained.

Doing nothing is a crime.

 End of rhyme.

Tich Ennis

23rd October, 2017

Sloppy Guy

I am a messy sloppy guy, don’t ask the reason why.

I was born to feel not think, I can do things, I write with ink.

Technical explanations leave me cold, I have grown to be so very old.

When they tell me what to do but leave out how I’m all at sea I cannot plough.

So I should ask some other guy, less sloppy than you or I.

Maybe some guy says it clear, I wish he would show up here.

Or preferably do it for me while I drink a cup of tea.

Will that ever be?

Why leave it all to me?

Set me free.

Yours frustratedly.

I want to do things in the simplest possible way.

That’s all I’ve got to say.

Today.

Or for now anyway.

Tich Ennis

2nd September, 2017

Molecules

Does every molecule of matter matter, yes it does.

I am made of them, you too.

Me and you.

Read up about them, it will blow your mind.

It reads like fantasy, the strangest kind.

Electrons made of electricity whizzing around.

The speed of light without a sound.

How much is butter, a pound?

Gravity and other forces come into play.

It will all become clear some day.

Tich Ennis

14th July, 2017

Optimists

Optimists in Ireland buy an open topped car.

Rain is not far away, not very far.

Sun hats are rarely seen, rare as blue sky.

Nor sunglasses, don’t ask why.

Sun lotion is not a big seller.

If you don’t know why ask Joseph Heller.

He may never have been in Ireland, I don’t know.

Today the sun shines and the wind doth blow.

Okay, a breeze.

Leaves rustle in the trees.

Swallows fly in times like these.

I need to recharge my phone.

I rang a friend, I’m not alone.

I look upward, I see a kite, the feathered kind.

And blue sky, oh never mind.

This is one of the few days you can wear Summer clothes.

A day to remember, one of those.

Tich Ennis

12th July, 2017

My Book

I have each and every part, assembling them will break my heart.

Where do I start?

How do I join files together?

Free me from stormy weather.

What on Earth are page breaks?

My heart aches.

Have I got what it takes?

Everyman his own Gutenberg, for every boat, an iceberg.

I must give it to the printer as he requires before either or both of us expires.

Or retires.

Each genius perspires.

They wish to light fires.

So I ordered a book about Word, another book for my shelf.

Physician, heal thyself.

Tich Ennis

12th July, 2017

Carlo Rovelli and Chuck Berry

5th July, 2017

John,

Strange bedfellows. Here are audio recordings from BBC radio stations of recent date, Desert Island Discs, Carlo Rovelli, and what I call the Chuck Berry Story, interviews from 1975 and 1976 with great music, not all by the man himself.

Chuck Berry died in March at the age of ninety. Rock ‘n’ Roll keeps you young. But its not the only thing, said a passerby to me today. Chuck made a cd recently, which I may get around to buying, I heard a track or two on the radio and they were good. There was life in the old dog yet, at least until March.

Rovelli has not died so far, his choice of eight records to take to a desert island was quite good, although no Chuck Berry. Not much good without a record player, even of the wind-up kind. I assume that is also provided, along with the works of Shakepeare and the bible.

I will post this on Friday and am writing on the preceding Wednesday. Who knows what may happen in the interim? Not Theresa May. David Cameron also proved a failure as a fortune teller, and look what happened to him. No one is right all the time.

Rovelli, as you know, says time, space and matter are mythical, or words to that effect. Is only Rock ‘n’ Roll real? Or jazz in your case. A Chuck Berry record, Johnny B. Goode, was sent into outer space on a 78 r.p.m. disc. This assumes aliens, far from being an advanced form of civilisation, are living in the past, the fifties or earlier, the wind up gramophone era, possibly pre electricity.

Is there intelligent life in outer space is a question often asked. Why should there be? Is there intelligent life on Earth replied a smart alec, not Rovelli. Are some people too intelligent for their own good? That could be the case.

A brain surgeon in the U.S. operated on his own brain, successfully. We can’t all be like him, nor would we want to be. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it, a saying in America, home of junk food and a lot else besides. Jazz music is the only art form originating in the U.S., a person told me, a musician. What about pop art?

A rock musician plays three chords to three thousand people, a jazz musician plays three thousand chords to three people. And I quote.   Hopefully not ad nauseam.

This letter comprises the wrapping, the advertisement for the real thing, on discs herewith, to use legal terminology. I enclose herewith, say lawyers. How can it not be herewith if it is enclosed?   Tautology: using unnecessary words. Enough words, d

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