Four Way Books
Ignatz
by Monica Youn

Finalist for the
2010 National Book Award in Poetry


A Stahlecker Series Selection
ISBN: 978-1-935536-01-7
paper, 82 pages, $15.95



“George Herriman drew the comic strip Krazy Kat, which was published across America, between 1913 and 1944. It followed the antics of the titular cat, who is madly in love with Ignatz Mouse, who would rather attack Krazy with a brick than return the feeling. The strip serves as the inspiration and jumping off point for this second book by Youn (Barter), though intimate familiarity with the strip is hardly necessary to enjoy these poems. Unrequited desire is the theme. "Oh Ignatz won't you play me/ like a filigree flute?" asks one of four poems titled "Untitled (Krazy's Song)." Ignatz becomes an open-ended figure for the inaccessible beloved, a kind of muse that's always out of reach. In wiry verse, prose poems, sharp, jagged stanzas, and even lines that mimic the movement of a tetherball, Youn traces the many incarnations of desire: "the way water is always rushing between a ferry// and its dock in that ever-present gap." In the stunning "X as a Function of the Distance from Ignatz," desire is measured in feet: "(he is forty feet/ away) the stiff wind/ palpably stripping// his scent from her hair." Not only has Youn created a thrilling book of poems but also opened new avenues for ekphrastic poetry. (Mar.)”

Publishers Weekly

“In Monica Youn’s stunningly imaginative series Ignatz, George Herriman’s comic-strip villainous mouse, Ignatz, is demoused and, with inexhaustible invention, transformed into an object of passion [...] Youn dips what would otherwise be black comedy into the honey pot of untiring desire: ‘O pity us // Ignatz O come to us by moonlight / O arch your speckled body over the earth.’ [...] Spare, choice, witty, daring, musical, itself never tiring, Youn’s style is more than equal to both the romanticism and the grimness.”

—Cal Bedient

“Modernist, secret philosopher, ironic medium, dialectician, inventor of a terse exuberance, hypocrites’ steely antagonist [...] Monica Youn is all those things in these astonishing, compact poems, whose spare lines and dense clusters unfold almost illimitably into panels and landscapes and transcontinental journeys. [...] No poet of Youn’s generation has made more demands on herself—and none has done more in her art.”

—Stephen Burt