I, Faust is a modern epic poem-a tour de force rarely attempted in contemporary literature. It is a succession to the legend which has become the paradigm of today's existence and contends to be among our most vital works. This edition includes the appendix, Cities & Dust, an epistolary post-script.
At the age of sixteen, Hong would scribe the following verses which would later evolve into a struggle of two decades.
And did I know it then, that years later I would trace again and anticipate With tears which could not form at first, but would, Through affectations derived of seasons And the grand gestures of the open sky, All the weighed wishes of the twilight moon, The windowpanes rain streaked with memories So murmurously dark with my desire?
Beyond the fulfillment of these prophetic lines, the primacy of this poem would take command of Hong’s existence. He would soon put aside his paintings and start on the path of this singular and near impossible task. Twenty years later, his epic poem celebrates this publishing event.