Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

These Hungarian Artists have a great sense of humour

 

A great guy

 

 

  Signing up another soul   eh eh eh

 

 

Ø       Across the green canopy birds fly in random flight

Ø       Below an emerald lake
 that shimmers with a magic morning mist

Ø     
 between the ancient forest
 a path meanders up
 its zig zag motion

 and tramping on
 
 across the still water
 a cathedral quiet feel
 below the deep beckons
 come jump in welcome
 
 and then to bush clad shore
 green fortress nature bars
 a tangle confusion of nature
that grabs at our fragile forms

 

    To struggle or surrender

   to lie on mossy bed bower

   a vine intertwine softed flesh

   imprints but a brief scar

  

@N Furby

   

  

 

 

 

Judging by body language my audience is reserving his opinion on my reading of :Dead Possums for Dead Crayfish:

Apple Mac Snapped me

 

 

luvs apples I do

 

I bite into the shoulder flesh

 

Roll the stalk with my thumb

 

And eat the whole core whole

 

@n furby

Service not the best

 

A plane that was charted to help a man propose to his girl friend crashed, injuring the couple and the pilot.

Relatives holding a sheet saying,"Erica,will you marry me " ? watched from the ground as the plane stalled and crashed .

The couple and the pilot suffered injuries that did not appear life threatening.

As Erica Brussee was loaded into the ambulance she said

"Tell Adam I said yes"

 

So this guy Haunui a Nanaia crosses the land from Mahia to Pukerua Bay following his wife Wairaka who has ran off with two men called Weka and Kiwi

So he gets his revenge turns the men into birds (Flightless and shortsighted )and his wife into a rock.

 

Tough Justice

 

 

P joined me in the initial setup and M became joint Director.

M started to upset clients and volunteers and I had to end her involvement with the organisation.

She was a Trustee and threatened legal
action.

B was voted on to the board as Treasurer. He with M supporting him then went on to discredit me with accusations of my incompetence andspending of funds on big nights out in Wellington.

W resigned as President and I persuaded P to become President so we could have the
numbers to outvote the motion of B and M to remove me from  my position.

 I survived this and M resigned . B also resigned. A his partner and friend of M once a worker for the Art Space walked out saying it would never get going.

D and S joined as Trustees at P request
D made a move to take over my position but failed.

Meantime P fell out with me over matters personal and became distant and would not discuss anything  with me.
Therefore the relationship between Pr and me Director became strained
and unworkable.I then worked with W on everyday matters he being the go
between me and P.

Things with D the landlord and myself became strained as he opposed any idea and scheme that I came up with.

I also became behind in the rent and he demanded a meeting with my board of Trustees.

Well it all built up and yes I cracked after 18 months of tact and scheming
to survive and let D and his chairman know what I thought of them

It was the end . So for the Art Space to survive I offered my head on a
platter with the hope that my board would defend my actions.

P moved quickly offered my position to A who took it without any qualms and I was gone.

The Art Space closed 13 months later April 06

 

 

 

 

Why the looks

You all attitude

Your child so glum

 

What went on in your life?

Desertion perhaps

Your Lover untrue

 

Looking back to your time

From our solo parent parenting

Your state our uncaring norm

 

But in the paint and colour

Your lives stretch on canvas

An imprint a delicate dignity

 

Our hearts your hearts combine

 

 

@ Neil Furby

 

 

 

Blanket man Blanket man

We pass you by each day

You have become a Wellington Icon

But what’s the price you pay

 

Blanket man Blanket man

Putting ya body on the line

So close to the roadside

Your death wish is a sign

 

Blanket man Blanket man

How come you are this way?

Tapping sticks for money

But we still pass you by each day

 

Chorus

Lets all become blanket people

And lie down naked wrap up warm

Sticks a tapping for a new New Zealand

Enlightened peoples on a new dawn

 

@Neil Furby

  Call me 027 489 6066 for any interesting art project realisation

It was a chance remark at the sausage sizzle outside the Red Shed that sent me off to compile a rescue plan for this New Zealand tradition.

 

“How come the price of a sausage is still only a dollar? “ I said to the Rock and Roll club member as he folded my sausage into a slice of bread.

“The only way that we can keep it at a dollar is to reduce our margins.”

It will soon not be worth doing

He replied ‘ tapping his sausage lifter in double time.

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So here is my marketing plan to save this NZ icon using other marketing plans of our great corporations

 

Telecom

Deliver the sausage in different colors and offer delivering the product to the purchaser at varying speeds charging a surcharge that reflects the speed from order to delivery.

 

Electricity Companies

Make sausages in different shapes and color and cut the bread in varying shapes.

Offer all these together on the grill and charge a sliding scale price for the sausage plus a surcharge for the labour cost of transporting the uncooked sausage to the grill. from the grill to the bread, and the whole from the seller to the buyer.

 

Petroleum Companies

If a pig sneezes or a cow trips up increase the selling price of sausages immediately.

 

 

Liquor Industry

Decrease the size of the sausage but charge the same price

 

 

Loyalty Cards

Offer a sausagebuy card where if the buyer purchases a thousand sausages they get one free.

 

Anyone willing to help make a commercial or a  bill board hoardings contact sausresc at getsmart @paradise.net.nz.