Dimana Yordanova’s poetry is pure passion in the biblical sense: redeeming the
mediocrity of our lives, undeserving as we are.
– Dimitar Stoyanovich, Bulgarian National Television
Dimana Yordanova’s poetry is pure passion in the biblical sense: redeeming the
mediocrity of our lives, undeserving as we are.
– Dimitar Stoyanovich, Bulgarian National Television
Dimana Yordanova’s voice calls out to the woman that is late coming home from play, while the body itself crouches in the bushes, dribbling a leather ball, sweaty, frantic for more. This voice shrinks beneath the body’s weight in a chair, trying to bargain, to make promises, to coax it into staying. This book seethes with fury and its language is not the language of “the veiled moon”; there are no hazy outlines here for the reader to complete. Ambiguity is a form of hesitation, and this book is driven by resolve. The resolve to pour the grey, soapy liquid of anger out before everyone; to accompany the
body through all its incarnations until it stands before God, who will ask: “What did you do with My anger?”
– Zornitsa Hristova, Toest