#paul tran

[shisasan]

Blood to blood. Desire to desire. We were wild. Bewildered. Beautiful in our wilderness and wildness. In the most extreme conditions we proved that life can exist.

Paul Tran, Bioluminescence

#paul tran #words #quotes #academia #dark academia #quote #lit #books #books and libraries #reading #quote of the day #bookworm #book quotes #prose #booklr #bibliophile #excerpt #poetry #blood #p

[thedearidiot]

I’ve been told that once you’ve been stabbed, it is better to leave the blade inside the body—removing the dagger will only open the wound further. Forgiveness will bleed you thin. If you ignore it, your skin could close around the metal. This is a part of you now, this is all you will find when my body crumbles, this vengeful child, this shiny grudge, a thirteen-year-old boy crawling from the ashes, holding a gas can in his hands.

- Hieu Minh Nguyen, Stubborn Ineritance.

#hieu minh nguyen #poetry #the wounded #paul tran

[nudesnoises]

Paul Tran

#nudephotography #art nude #paul tran

[smokefalls]

I’m marked / by grief and by the idea that something must emerge from grief.

Paul Tran, "Scheherazade/Scheherazade" from All the Flowers Kneeling

#Paul Tran #All the Flowers Kneeling #quote #poetry #queerlit #2023 reads

[luthienne]

Paul Tran, from All the Flowers Kneeling; "Scheherazade/Scheherazade"

[Text ID: —what humiliated me // as I relived my death in that room without sunrise / wasn't my desire for light but my desire for more darkness.]

#paul tran #all the flowers kneeling #scheherazade/scheherazade #words #poetry #typography #god #the great wound #... #this book is actually making me lose my mind.

[whisperthatruns]

[...] I’m marked  by grief and by the idea that something must emerge from grief. The difference was not unlike that difference between the fear I felt going toward the cliff and the fear I feel---having gone---seeing what’s beyond.

Paul Tran, from “Scheherazade / Scheherazade,” All the Flowers Kneeling (Penguin Books, 2022)

#paul tran #scheherazade scheherazade #all the flowers kneeling #poetry

[typewriter-worries]

Bioluminescence, Paul Tran

[ Text ID: I exist. I am my life, ]

#paul tran #my upload #poetry #literature #dark academia #light academia #classic academia #vietnamese poets #asian poetry #poets of color

[byronicist]

“what humiliated me / as I relived my death in that room without sunrise / wasn’t my desire for light / but my desire for more darkness.”

Paul Tran, from All The Flowers Kneeling (2022)

#poetry #quotes #literature #lit #modern literature #modern poetry #paul tran #poets of color #queer poets #spilled ink

[litbowl]

From Paul Tran's book, All the Flowers Kneeling. (Penguin, 2022)

#poetry #poets on tumblr #poets corner #poem #poetry books #poem of the day #poems #poems on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #paul tran

[digitalfountains]

Lisa Stella by Paul Tran

#lisa stella #paul tran

[thedearidiot]

Because I’m my mother’s son, I leave the arrow in my throbbing heart. What kills me keeps me alive

- Paul Tran, Taint.

#paul tran #poetry #the wounded #mother narrative

[librarianswithattitude]

Orchard of Knowing, by Paul Tran

#Paul Tran #Poet #poetry #poem #national poetry month

[smokefalls]

what humiliated me // as I relived my death in that room without sunrise / wasn’t my desire for light but my desire for more darkness.

Paul Tran, "Scheherazade/Scheherazade" from All the Flowers Kneeling

#Paul Tran #All the Flowers Kneeling #quote #poetry #queerlit #2023 reads

[luthienne]

Paul Tran, from All the Flowers Kneeling; "The Nightmare: Oil on Canvas: Henry Fuseli: 1781"

[Text ID: Who / can deter- / mine what's inside / another? / What is risked / when we enter?]

#paul tran #all the flowers kneeling #the nightmare: oil on canvas: henry fuseli: 1781 #words #poetry #typography #contact is crisis #every touch is a modified blow

[whisperthatruns]

Bioluminescence

There’s a dark so deep beneath the sea the creatures beget their own light. This feat, this fact of adaptation, I could say, is beautiful

though the creatures are hideous. Lanternfish. Hatchetfish. Viperfish. I, not unlike them, forfeited beauty to glimpse the world hidden

by eternal darkness. I subsisted on falling matter, unaware from where or why matter fell, and on weaker creatures beguiled

by my luminosity. My hideous face opening, suddenly, to take them into a darkness darker and more eternal than this underworld

underwater. I swam and swam toward nowhere and nothing. I, after so much isolation, so much indifference, kept going

even if going meant only waiting, hovering in place. So far below, so far away from the rest of life, the terrestrial made possible by and thereby 

dependent upon light, I did what I had to do. I stalked. I killed. I wanted to feel in my body my body at work, working to stay

alive. I swam. I kept going. I waited. I found myself without meaning to, without contriving meaning at the time, in time, in the company

of creatures who, hideous like me, had to be their own illumination. Their own god. Their own genesis. Often we feuded. Often we fused

like anglerfish. Blood to blood. Desire to desire. We were wild. Bewildered. Beautiful in our wilderness and wildness. In the most extreme conditions

we proved that life can exist. I exist. I am my life, I thought, approaching at last the bottom of the sea. It wasn’t the bottom. It wasn’t the sea.

Paul Tran, All the Flowers Kneeling (Penguin Books, 2022)

#paul tran #bioluminescence #all the flowers kneeling #poetry

[typewriter-worries]

I am so damned not even Death wanted me.

Like Judith Slaying Holofernes, Paul Tran

#paul tran #poetry #literature #literature quotes #dark academia #classic academia #light academia