Alina Stefanescu
@aliner
poet. writer. editor. reviewer. translator. corrupted bibliomaniac. exists in romanian and alabamian. hybrid in she/her dreams. self-deleting. self-ghosting.
So grateful to the mesmerizing Gabriela Denise Frank for this interview. And to one of my favorite food writers, Annelise, for giving it a home in @The_Rumpus. therumpus.net/2025/07/17/ult…
I care about Bret Stephens’ opinion even less than I care about the opinion of that man at the bar who keeps spilling his drink and then complaining about the “service.”
Images out of Gaza today are the worst I've ever seen. Children piled on a hospital floor, bloody, injured, dying, dead. A toddler with her intestines outside her body while another screams in terror, reaching out for safety. I can't express this feeling. The rage, the shame.
Love this book.
Power went out. Reading Jay Wright til it gets dark.
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“We made love a little while ago & my husband said it was better than both Picasso and Judy Garland. But I guess that’s just bragging not relevant.” —Alice Notley
Never forget the essentialist pseudo science bullshit that comes out of the mouths of privileged white men. One can smell who kissed Charles Murray’s rear from here.
The most glorious sort of indifference.
as indifferent as an encyclopedia with your calm brown eyes
At the end of a good writing day when the mind re-enters the world a bit off-kilter, still only half-present, but ready to sidle down the street a few blocks for that Snickers Ice Cream bar.
Gass wasn’t using blue as a mood — he was locating consciousness in blue. Saying: when the mind slows down enough to feel itself inside the body, it turns blue. Not to feel about something — but to feel being itself. Gass and I — not the same tone, but the same frequency.
You write in order to be able to breathe. —Samuel Beckett
Tomas Tranströmer, tr. Patty Crane ~ I must go out into the greenness that's filled with memories, and they follow me with their gaze.
A whole lotta nothing about Eliot's early "Silence" and Schumann's exquisite Ghost Variations. 🙃 alinastefanescuwriter.com/blog/2025/7/21…
The boi is an absolute baller when it comes to laying in patches of sunlight.
Starvation, once in motion, even after food & medical care become availabe, remains irreversible for so many of its victims. It's a greater sin than the sin itself to be have spoken only after the sight of skin-on-bones killed Palestinians. An unforgiveable "theology of empire."
The new installment of our Q&A series Book Flights with @gabrieletinti is out now For poetry recommendations, current reads, and more: patreon.com/collection/683…
cowardly cowardly shit theguardian.com/education/2025…