The policemen, lost as tourists, stand whispering
in the galleries: “. . .but what does it all mean?”
Someone has the answers, someone who, grasping the frame,
saw his sun-red face reflected in that familiar boiling sky.
Monica Youn’s poem “Stealing The Scream” depicts that indescribable moment, that moment of desire, of confusion, of being lost in the world of description – the moment where poetry and art become one. This book is a place that does just that.