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felixthepoet · 1 year
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Holocene, Peach Mag, 2020
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beingharsh · 6 months
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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.
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thirteens-earring · 3 months
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[ 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)
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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.)
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2undial · 16 days
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working on the layout for my soon-to-be sideblog and you can't tell me this isn't sexy as fuck
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bazpitch · 2 years
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mosquito: a memoir by felix lecocq (x)
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mourningrays · 2 years
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bury me in black + that felix lecocq poem
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peresephoknee · 2 years
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lifeinpoetry · 5 years
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please take me to the place where my chest stops hurting
and i will stop giving myself reasons to stay
— Felix Lecocq, from “ode, on lake shore drive,” published in Glass
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felixthepoet · 1 year
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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.cargo.site or on this blog, tagged #mine.
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beingharsh · 6 months
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A Blue flash of light, Felix Lecocq
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thirteens-earring · 3 months
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[ To whom it may concern,
I was wondering if you could provide any more information regarding the just-add-water mosquito boxes that are going to be placed in Monroe County, Florida, next year. I’m specifically interested in the dimensions of the boxes, the volume of water added, and how it’s all organized. Are there holes in the box? What size are the holes? Do mosquitoes breathe? I’d love to see a diagram if possible.
I’d also like to know, if a resident requests a box in their area, whether it is the resident’s responsibility to add water or whether an Oxitec employee will come by and water the box while the resident watches from the yard.
Presumably it’s dark in the box. Will that be confusing for the mosquitoes when they leave? Will the mosquitoes know how to leave? Will the light disturb the mosquitoes when they leave? When the mosquitoes are ready to leave, how will they know? ]
Felix Lecocq, Mosquito: A Memoir (2022)
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weltenwellen · 5 years
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(...) please take me to the place where my chest stops hurting
Felix Lecocq, from “ode, on lake shore drive”
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beingharsh · 2 months
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A Blue flash of light, Felix Lecocq
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beingharsh · 6 months
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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.
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beingharsh · 5 months
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A Blue flash of light, Felix Lecocq
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