i really hate posthumous statements that try to evaluate what kurt cobain would feel about what people do with his art, but i also can't fucking imagine anything kurt would hate more than ai. nothing is more of a bastardization of all he stood for than a machine taking his voice to try to replicate his art. he literally called pearl jam, an actual band made of real people, "fake music" (a statement i don't agree with, kurt could be a bitch at times) so imagine how he would feel about this shit. no ai will ever replicate kurt's voice, musical style, or lyricism in a way that matters. he's dead. grow up.
"In bringing together Kurt Cobain's 'most poignant lyrics and journal fragments' to demonstrate the ways in which both writing and reading about melancholy can be life-affirming, Saint-Aubin has created a wonderful memorial not only to Cobain's troubled genius but especially to his profound humaneness."
Neil Nehring, author of Popular Music, Gender, and Postmodernism: Anger Is an Energy
The year 2019 marked the twenty-fifth anniversary of the death of Kurt Cobain, an artist whose music, words, and images continue to move millions of fans worldwide. As the first academic study that provides a literary analysis of Cobain's creative writings, Arthur Flannigan Saint-Aubin's The Pleasures of Death: Kurt Cobain's Masochistic and Melancholic Persona approaches the journals and songs crafted by Nirvana's iconic front man from the perspective of cultural theory and psychoanalytic aesthetics.
Saint-Aubin discusses Cobain's writings independently of the artist's biography, positioning these texts within the tradition of postmodern representations of masculinity in twentieth-century American fiction, while also suggesting connections to European Romantic traditions from the nineteenth century that postulate a relation between melancholy (or depression) and creativity. In turn, through Saint-Aubin's elegant analysis, Cobain's creative writings illuminate contradictions and inconsistencies within psychoanalytic theory itself concerning the intersection of masculin-ity, masochism, melancholy, and the death drive.
By foregrounding Cobain's ability to challenge coextensive links between gender, sexuality, and race, The Pleasures of Death reveals how the cultural politics and aesthetics of this tragic icon's works align with feminist strategies, invite queer readings, and perform antiracist critiques of American culture.
Arthur Flannigan Saint-Aubin is professor of French at Occidental College, where he teaches courses in Francophone literatures and seminars on the theory and practice of translation. His books include The Memoirs of Toussaint and Isaac Louverture:
Representing the Black Masculine Subject in Narratives of Mourning and Loss.
i see some people liked my wander doodles
so here's a coloring test i did with some limited colors of markers, pencils and highlighters
i never ever color my stuff but lately ive been experimenting and its pretty fun when you use markers
Thinking about robots exchanging parts as intimacy.
Robot partners who are compatible enough they can swap out parts at will. It starts with just a few smaller spare internals, and theres just something... comfortable about having a piece of their lover inside them.
Then it's an optic, so they can see the world- and each other, through their partner's eyes. They look in the mirror and their new optic notes all of the things their partner finds wonderful about them.
Then they're exchanging plates, patches of false skin and sensors and even limbs, melding together, growing more and more familiar, until eventually they decide to take the final possible step.
Two machines sitting across from each other, outer plating shed around them in small piles, revealing their complex inner machinery, wires patched together in slightly different colors, lit by the gentle orange glow of a power core. Trey stare into their partner's mismatched eyes, mirroring theirs as they inch closer.
A familiar hand reaches into their chest, and they feel cool metal enclose around their power core.
Click.
They shake slightly as their senses begin to go dark, and warning lights flash inside their mind. Counting down the time until their reserve power runs out.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...
they stare into their partner's dimming eyes as their other hand reaches back until their chest, feeling around to find the right place..
five, four, three, two...
Click.
Two machines sit in each other's arms, overwhelmed by what they've just done, kept alive by each other's humming artificial hearts.
btw, ive seen comments praising wander for correcting hater about intrusive thoughts
i just like to imagine wander has some mild OCD, since a lot of his behaviors are exactly like mine. glad everyone appreciates it 😂
Wander Over Yonder but I make up the episodes
how to use tumblr
meet the Traveler Gang, since i don't have a more creative name for this:
in a not too far away future, the fish of Bikini Bottom start to slowly move out of town, and day after day, the city becomes more and more abandoned. follow the journey of SpongeBob and friends as they travel around the vast ocean, trying to find a new home. where will they go? why would they ever leave their life behind? what the kelp is going on?
well, if anyone wants to find out, i'll post short comics about their new day-to-day life, mainly in the format of an open ask.
as the "plot" progresses, more characters will become available for asks, so stay tuned for updates.
characters currently available for asks:
- SpongeBob
- Squidward
- Gary
- The French Narrator
- The Flying Dutchman
the replies and comics in general will take a while to be released. frequent posting shouldn't be expected. but i promise that every single ask makes me smile, and love goes into every panel!
replies can be drawn in both traditional or digital sketches. most will be unfinished.
concept artsy stuff:
i
i
im doing a SpongeBob AU
THE babygirl
thinking of starting an RP blog but im too nervous to reach out and don’t know where to look for people LOLOL