You must write a self/ out of waiting/ to speak asserts Alina Ștefănescu\'s Dor and oh, what a prismatic, many-headed self has been written into existence within these pages.
The condensed nature of the poems and their wordplay invite the reader into a world of sensation and memory where language shifts and blooms, filling mouth and eyes with delight, where, any body is a bow, tuned to tremble.- Clara Burghelea, author of The Flavor of the Other Some of the most complicated and haunting songs live inside these poems: nocturnes and fugues, the humming of wordless lullabies, birds who sing in unpred.
Part genealogy of influences, part meditation on love, lust, and loss, and part pointed feminist critique, Dor is a multi-faceted collection that creates a newly textured landscape of language.- Emily Holland, author of Lineage and editor of Poet Lore Looking at what makes her heart soar with Dor, Alina Ștefănescu leads us through undilluted layers of loss, love, time, language and identity, showing that the verb for longing in Romanian is a mouth.
In these poems, tongues, like nations, have borders; nouns and verbs come alive with ownership and agency.
While the word dor itself serves as a bridge which creates its own territory from fusion, here Stefanescu\'s words do their own act of bridging the spaces between the body and language.
This is a collection that twists form and content into poems that are by turns tender or incendiary, or both.- Erin Coughlin Hollowell, author of Every Atom Alina Ștefănescu\'s Dor is a compendium of desire, displacement, longing, and belonging.
Indeed, Ștefănescu\'s heart unearths the rich mysteries of an amalgam of Romanian and southern American culture in language deeply shadowed but attentive to the most telling of details.
Simultaneously tender and incisive, witty and full transformations, this book and its many ecosystems of longing and belonging begs to be re-read and promises new wonders each time.- Jihyun Yun, author of Some Are Always Hungry In one of the beautiful poems in the collection, Dor, Alina Ștefănescu writes of a heart shaped like a shovel.
In her stunning second full-length collection, Ștefănescu explores the worlds contained in the Romanian word Dor- a word close to longing but with no exact English equivalent-as it relates to the speaker\'s life as a daughter, a mother, a foreign body in a country that harms and holds us conditionally.
You must write a self/ out of waiting/ to speak asserts Alina Ștefănescu\'s Dor and oh, what a prismatic, many-headed self has been written into existence within these pages
