Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

May 29, 2007 at 02:41 o\clock

For M and F

The days fell away one by one
Dripping like tears into a well
Where deep down below in the black
you echoed back into my imagination

The nights drifted like lost ships in the sea
Moving gently across the water
Shapes of you appeared in the fog
I swam to sleep to wash you away


@ N Furby

May 29, 2007 at 02:34 o\clock

To Flush, My Dog

To Flush, My Dog
BY
Elizabeth Barrett Browning


Yet, my pretty sportive friend,
Little is't to such an end
That I praise thy rareness!
Other dogs may be thy peers
Haply in these drooping ears,
And this glossy fairness.

But of thee it shall be said,
This dog watched beside a bed
Day and night unweary-
Watched within a curtained room,
Where no sunbeam brake the gloom
Round the sick and dreary.

Roses, gathered for a vase,
In that chamber died apace,
Beam and breeze resigning.
This dog only, waited on,
Knowing that when light is gone
Love remains for shining.

Other dogs in thymy dew
Tracked the hares, and followed through
Sunny moor or meadow.
This dog only, crept and crept
Next a languid cheek that slept,
Sharing in the shadow.

Other dogs of loyal cheer
Bounded at the whistle clear,
Up the woodside hieing.
This dog only, watched in reach
Of a faintly uttered speech,
Or a louder sighing.

And if one or two quick tears
Dropped upon his glossy ears,
Or a sigh came double-
Up he sprang in eager haste,
Fawning, fondling, breathing fast,
In a tender trouble.

And this dog was satisfied
If a pale thin hand would glide
Down his dewlaps sloping-
Which he pushed his nose within,
After-platforming his chin
On the palm left open.


May 25, 2007 at 05:21 o\clock

Iceland

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May 23, 2007 at 05:45 o\clock

ZICHY, Mihály Falling Stars

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May 23, 2007 at 05:37 o\clock

ZICHY, Mihály(1827, Zala - 1906, St. Petersburg)Painter,

ZICHY, Mihály(1827, Zala - 1906, St. Petersburg)Painter, graphic artist. He was a significant representative of Hungarian romantic painting. During his law studies in Pest from 1842, he attended Jakab Marastoni's school as well. In Vienna he was Waldmüller's pupil in 1844. "Life Boat", his first major work, comes from this time. On Waldmüller's recommendation, he became an art teacher in St. Petersburg. He swore allegiance to freedom by painting the portrait of Lajos Batthány, the first Hungarian prime minister, in 1849. From 1850 onwards, he worked as a retoucher, but he also did pencil drawings, water colours and portraits in oil. The series on the Gatsina hunting ordered by the Russian tsar raised him to a court artist. He founded a society to support painters in need. "Autodafé" on the horrors of Spanish inquisition was painted in 1868. He travelled around Europe in 1871, and settled down in Paris in 1874.

May 23, 2007 at 00:27 o\clock

Separated By Istvan Farkas

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May 23, 2007 at 00:21 o\clock

Farkas

Painter. Farkas, who was a pupil of Károly Ferenczy at the Art School in 1908-09, went to Munich. He studied at the Académie de la Palette in Paris in 1912. He became a prisoner of war during World War I and returned to Hungary in 1919. From 1925 he lived in Paris for a longer time where his works were exhibited in 1928-32. "Correspondences", a series of lithographs, were published in Paris in 1928, for which A. Salmon wrote poems in prose.

After his father's death in 1932, he moved to Hungary and took over the Singer and Wolfner Company. From this time onwards, he was engaged in painting frescoes. He was a follower of French painting and a representative of the "École de Paris". Pictures of his late period on tragic situations of life reflected a morbid atmosphere. Besides well-proportioned landscapes, he portrayed outlaws of society ("The Read Bearded"). In his last period, he painted surrealistic visions

May 22, 2007 at 23:35 o\clock

The Chimney written by Lo Fu

CHIMNEY


Standing alone under a pale setting sun
Black hair lifted by the wind, but a slender shadow stands still
It is a little cool below the city wall, a little lonely
I am a chimney longing to fly
Head lowered, I gaze at the long moat
The water brimming, meandering for thousands of years
Who has had me imprisoned?

Every afternoon I gaze up
At the white clouds' footprints in the sky

I yearn to travel afar;
Oh! that long river, those blue mountains
If I could be a wild crane chasing the clouds
Or even a fine speck of dust
But I'm just a shadow cast below the city wall
- yielding loneliness to others


© 1956, Lo Fu
© Translation: 2007, John Balcom

May 17, 2007 at 07:07 o\clock

The Taxi

The Taxi"
by Amy Lowell (1874-1925)

When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?
 

May 15, 2007 at 12:27 o\clock

Birth painted by me Neil Furby

 
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May 9, 2007 at 07:17 o\clock

Fireflies

Fireflies

Moments stand ablaze
with siren possibilities
as i held you,
some wildling thing
poised for flight
yet
unwilling to leave,
caught
in this slowdance of light
and sleeping
childhood memories.

May 6, 2007 at 10:25 o\clock

Russian Underground Quite a regular shape considering the chaos of humanity above ground

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May 6, 2007 at 10:13 o\clock

Sándor Nagy's "Three Figures in the Garden

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May 6, 2007 at 10:05 o\clock

Sándor Nagy's "Three Figures in the Garden

Artists of symbolism and art nouveau had a favourite subject matter: it is a garden which is a closed and mystic island rich in symbols. It refers to Eden or Paradise lost and its flowers, especially roses and lilies, symbolize life and mortality (cf. death cult of symbolism).

Sándor Nagy's "Three Figures in the Garden" can be linked to the Nagybánya style of shadow and light. Shadows of trees are projected on the golden yellow of corn-fields. His characteristic blues and yellows recall Böcklin's colours. Figures in the garden, especially that of the woman in white clothes who is playing a music instrument, are modelled in an affected and artificial way. Flowers, particulary roses have a decisive role as they can make this small secluded world into a garden of dreams.

May 5, 2007 at 10:48 o\clock

poetry cafe May

Hello Poetry Lovers

Our guest for May (Monday 14) will be The exhibitionists.


James Brown, Mary-Jane Duffy, Adrienne Jansen, Kerry Jimson, Te Ikanui Kapa, Michael Keith, Frances Samuel, Frith Williams - in their day jobs they're the writing team at Te Papa. And they're all coming to the Poetry Café to strut their stuff.

But don't worry, they're not going to read exhibition labels and brochures - because on the side they also write a variety of other stuff - poetry, scripts, fiction, non-fiction. Be prepared to hear a bit of everything. Indeed some of them are well known to literature heads.

 

"Don't forget FREE ENTRY & GREAT PRIZES available for poets on our popular
OPEN MIC"

Where and when:
> Monday 14 May, 7.30pm
> Cruz Cafe & Bar
>Serlby Street, Poriua (opposite Countdown, next door to Video Shop)

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