Faustus (who prefers not to be named in the blogosphere, so if you want to know if this is who you think it is, email me and I'll confirm it; if you don't know my email address, you don't deserve to know Faustus's identity either) also wrote a book!!! It's called Gay Haiku. Here's the review:
Impossible to resist, this hilariously sassy and sweet collection of haiku turns the perilous sport of gay dating into pure poetry.
For hundreds of years, the Japanese haiku has been equated with peaceful contemplation and spiritual enlightenment. A delicate balance of rhythm and line, the haiku has provided countless readers with an appreciation of the changing of the seasons and the miracles of nature. Now, in Gay Haiku, readers can finally appreciate more important things—like the changing of boyfriends and the miracles of shopping.
Irresistible and irreverent, this collection of one hundred and ten witty and wicked short poems captures the many dating disasters of first-time author [Dr. Faustus]. In a wonderfully fresh and original voice, [Faustus] shamelessly mines his personal life to send up such broad-ranging topics as gay pop culture, politics, family, sex, and, of course, home decorating.
Gay, straight, or undecided, readers will delight in [Faustus]’s dry sense of humor and unmistakable charm as he tackles the big questions of life.
And according to Colin (who doesn't have a blog, even though he is gay, witty, and urbane--what's the deal, Colin, c'mon, get with the program), Faustus is "the next Steven Sondheim" on New York theater scene. I'm just glad I got in touch with him before he was too famous to write me back (which is what happened when I tried to write to my old friend Noah F.—whose books can be found here and here—I got a form letter from his publicist and a schedule of his appearances on TV). Faustus also sent adorable pix of him and his sweetie, and his (?) dog, all of which are cuuuuuute!!! especially the dog. I'll post them soon but I have to work now.
Two beloved Faustus memories: Once in Little Italy, Faustus, Loopy and I got kicked out of a souvenir shop because Faustus was telling Jesus jokes (I'm not sure, but his then-habits of wearing a kippa (yarmulke) and flaming prodigiously might have contributed to our ejection). And once Faustus came to see me on my lunch break at my old job (a peon job at a hotshot financial institution), and we had lunch on a little terrace, which no longer exists because it got blown away on 9-11.
OK, last thing: on Faustus's blog, there's a link to another blog, which has an introduction and a link to another blog...which is the blog of an incredibly adorable rabbit named Oolong who has a talent for "head performance" (balancing things on his head--the blog author is Japanese). It is so wonderful and adorable. You should really go check it out. Except that in January, Oolong the rabbit came peacefully to the end of his long and happy life—so if that will make you cry (Loopy?) then don't even follow the link because it's the cutest rabbit ever. Also be warned that these pix will make you want to eat Japanese snacks.
Yay for Faustus, the long-lost friend!
*synonyms for "prodigal chum" -- see the post on recent prodigal chum Franklin.
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