As a woman at the gate of her thirties who has used up slightly over half of her period of fertility using imprecise and outdated metrics for the sake of argument, I find myself returning to Homestuck, I quite like Homestuck and I have since I first read it however returning to it i feel something else. Yes that appreciation is still there i reread the comic just last year I enjoyed it quite a lot. However when i come to this from the perspective of a hypothetical artist, a hypothetical mother, i fixate on one single thing, the comics corpse, Some may find my use of the term corpse offensive and I understand that, however i do not mean this in a disparaging sense i swear to you, i mean it in the sense that for me, and i think quite possibly the majority of people who will ever read it it is finished after all we have finished it. Its purpose is served and a body with no purpose is a corpse. Yes the corpse has many children, many are interesting in their own right or bare a striking resemblance to the corpse, it is a beautiful corpse and yet it still disgusts me.
I think motherhood and artistry are fundamentally the same, an act of destruction, an idea will always be perfect, kept in a little vault untainted never used up, when you birth that idea it will be bloody it will be messy And no matter what, just then as you have given this newborn purpose, you have set the course for its inevitable death. A purpose will always be served and after that nothing but death lies. I myself am a destroyer, and i find myself often marveling at the beauty of Homestuck's corpse, its ecosystem, death is inevitable and immortality is complacency a total lack of ambition, already lacking purpose a premature corpse. I do not particularly have a conclusion.
After all, having used up half my time i have borne no children in fact i have spent most of said time attempting to make such a thing impossible, and i have yet to make any great work of art.And yet in the face of such a beauty how can i not but act upon my own purpose bring myself closer to my end, and embark upon an act of destruction And with this realization i have chosen to put pen to paper, i suppose i may also get pregnarnt.
-Psuedonymously R.L
I think a major distinction between creating a story and gestating a person is that you are going to get to choose how the story plays out. Much like a child, Homestuck expanded in ways that the author most likely never intended back in early 2009. But continuing to shape Homestuck through its run is notably less damaging than pushing a teenager into what you want them to be.
As for purpose. I think most of the purpose is still there in the comic. Dead or not, people can walk into the mausoleum and take a majority of the value out while simultaneously leaving it for the next grave-robber. Many humans strive to build a similar legacy for themselves.
It's also just a really weird time to call Homestuck a corpse considering the trailer that just dropped. Sure there's good reason to distinguish the webcomic separately. But if Homestuck is a corpse, it's a whalefall. And I guess that makes the animation a baby whale but let's get away from the animation. "Destruction" is not the word I'd use. Nor would I associate it with death in most capacities. When there's water everywhere, it's the massive, slowly decomposing body that brings everybody to an uneasy truce in the name of free nourishment. Where's the destruction in that?
Finally, I'll object to the proposed cycle of "birth, achieving purpose, death." To say Homestuck was created for a specific grand reason is silly, frankly. Destiny isn't real. Purpose is found and decided upon as a result of living. You've got it all backwards.
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@yourfemperor you seem to understand my statement rather well despite your disagreement, yes a whalefall is an apt descriptor, for while Homestuck is dead(this is certainly true, there will never be another page just as after our deaths you or I will not eat another meal) it does not only contribute to the ecosystem but actively defines an ecosystem of it's own.
On the matter of purpose a rather famous individual(vladymir illyich lenin I believe) once said the purpose of a system is what it does for a human this can generally described as reproduction, not simply in the literal sense but the day to day eating and waste producing the acquiring of materials for continual eating and waste producing, spreading of ones ideas, as a dependent organism a story serves this purpose in particular, to continually communicate, a standing stone set in time and context to endlessly repeat it's message. Homestuck I believe has largely finished with this work, the fascinations of the modern day lie not within Homestuck but instead within it's offspring (who varryingly are named homestuck) this is not a flaw of Homestuck but instead a particular success in it's own right, most works die and simply remain as that, contributing ideas to slowly be picked away be pests and decomposers(i.e artists)
On the subject of destruction, would you not agree to birth a poem one must first destroy a blank page?
I have over the past few days, destroyed a number of blank pages, defaced them with several thousand words of vulgate, vulgar vulgate.