Yesterday, I escaped the puerile, disgusting, and (worst of all) staggeringly unfunny Poultrygeist to enjoy a banana in Central Park. Today, unrelenting construction noise on our block makes me wish I could seek refuge at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden, where the cherries are in full bloom. They’ve delighted us in the past — but alas, [...]
America The Cherry Blossoms Are Falling
http://jurgenfauth.com/2008/04/23/america-the-cherry-blossoms-are-falling/
Goethe Gives Thanks
A friend sent this poem along apropos something entirely unrelated, but it suddenly makes sense to post it today. Haven’t been able to find an English translation yet; if anybody happens to have one handy, please don’t hesitate to leave a comment. Happy Thanksgiving all! Im Atemholen liegen zweierlei Gnaden Die Luft einholen, sich ihrer [...]
http://jurgenfauth.com/2007/11/22/goethe-gives-thanks/
Leonard Cohen: I’m Your Man
Not as good as they’d have you believe. The interview bits with Cohen are terrific, but I could have stood to hear him sing some more songs. Instead, half the movie is taken up by a tribute concert with Nick Cave, Jarvis Cocker, Antony, the McGarrigle sisters, Beth Orton, Rufus Wainwright etc etc. Some of [...]
http://jurgenfauth.com/2007/03/25/leonard-cohen-im-your-man/
Factotum
Unlike, say, The Queen, Factotum doesn’t grow in complexity when you see it again, but it’s a hell of a fun place to revisit. My favorite scene this time is when Chinaski gives Lili Taylor his shoes. My Factotum review on About.com Bukowski: Born Into This Review Top Ten Movies About Writers Buk poem: “roll [...]
http://jurgenfauth.com/2006/12/08/factotum-2/
In the Flesh
It was one of those downtown nights that go a long way toward justifying the absurd rent we pay: as part of an epic lineup, Marcy read at Rachel Kramer Bussel’s In the Flesh series at Happy Ending. There were Victorian choose-your-own-sex adventure novelists, Stephen Elliott, Mo Beasley’s UrbanErotika poet’s posse, and somebody simply known [...]
http://jurgenfauth.com/2006/10/18/in-the-flesh/
Nachtgedanken
Denk ich an Deutschland in der Nacht, Dann bin ich um den Schlaf gebracht, Ich kann nicht mehr die Augen schließen, Und meine heißen Tränen fließen. Die Jahre kommen und vergehn! Seit ich die Mutter nicht gesehn, Zwölf Jahre sind schon hingegangen; Es wächst mein Sehnen und Verlangen. Mein Sehnen und Verlangen wächst. Die alte [...]
http://jurgenfauth.com/2006/07/06/nachtgedanken/
thanks a lot, walt whitman!
http://jurgenfauth.com/2006/04/19/thanks-a-lot-walt-whitman/







