felix lecocq @felixthepoet - Tumblr Blog

hello, tumblr! my name is felix! i’m a writer, copyeditor, and transsexual! also author of the barbie alien sex change poem! i thought i’d make a blog to share some of my writing & also connect with other writers and readers in cyberspace!

you can find some of my writing @ felixlecocq.com or on this blog, tagged #mine.

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beingharsh

A Blue flash of light, Felix Lecocq

#mine #my games

Heart Condition, Chicago Reader (2024)

#felix lecocq #mine #my poetry #poems #haven't updated the blog w my new work yet so here's a poem i published earlier this year #btw a golden shovel is a poem in which the final word of each line combines to make a quote! the quotes here are frank ocean lyrics

thirteens-earring

[ In Anne Pollock’s essay “Queering Endocrine Disruption,” she writes about a pair of male ibises whose homosexual relationship has been attributed to mercury pollution in their habitat. The essay’s text is published alongside a photograph of two male ibises having a jaunty walk on the beach. Pollock writes, “I want to read these birds strolling on the beach without any chicks as being intoxicated…Being intoxicated is an ambivalent state: impaired, yes, but also released from responsibility in particular ways that can be both dangerous and pleasurable” (185).

It’s a contentious argument. Are the ibises victims of environmental destruction or two simple dandies, drunk on mercury and childlessness? Both interpretations fall into the trap of anthropomorphization or at least assuming the birds feel anything at all. Either the birds are experiencing queer suffering or they are experiencing queer joy. Even if the birds could speak, it is unlikely they’d be able to articulate the difference. Do you think you’re more miserable now than you would have been, had the mercury not poisoned you? And does your homosexual lovebird feel the same way?

At my medical check-up, the doctor asks me if I’m enjoying the hormone therapy.

WELL, I say, THERE’S A PANDEMIC, SO I’M NOT REALLY ENJOYING ANYTHING.

“Give it time,” he says, as if I have anything else to give. ]

Felix Lecocq, Mosquito: A Memoir (2022)

#mine #this chapbook feels like it was written so long ago & by a different person... which it was #but it's such a dream to see it quoted in the tag of my name #i don't recognize the person who wrote this but by some miraculous coincidence we share the same name

books

Reccs for beginners to poetry

Poetry Tumblr, let's go!

(I'll start. Time is a Mother and Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong. This poem he wrote for the New Yorker is also very special.

A very different poem, but one I always return to for its sheer joy, is this one by Felix Lecocq.)

felixthepoet

wow wow wow incredibly honored to be named alongside one of my heroes here

i'm teaching an introductory poetry class right now, and here are just some of the poems i've been asking my brilliant undergrads to read:

Because You Can't by K Iver

Orchids Are Sprouting From the Floorboards by Kaveh Akbar

Bioluminescence by Paul Tran

My Brother at 3 A.M. by Natalie Diaz

LISP by Sam Sax

#vietnamese poets stay winning ig!!!!#poems

beingharsh

A Blue flash of light, Felix Lecocq

In this game, glitch allows the player to move into new rooms. It makes exit possible. Glitch releases the player from a normative relationship to time—a regular heartbeat must be disrupted for the player to explore the rest of the game. Blood must flow backward through my heart for this version of myself to live.

#getting back on tumblr for the first time in years to discover ppl are being really nice abt my games :')#my games #mine