Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Cyborg Alice in Wonderland, and What Donna Haraway Found There

So I'm taking an online course on coursera.org on 'Fantasy and Science Fiction,' and had to read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. While I was reading, I started imagining Alice as if she were a cyborg.  Then I started thinking, that though she is clearly not intended to be a cyborg in the 'traditional' 'BIONIC' sense, she really does satisfy some of the same fears and desires as her techno-enhanced buddies.

OK, hear me out, please!

Indeed, Alice is sort of a 'stranger in a strange land,' if you will.  She struggles to make sense of her absurd encounters with the denizens of Wonderland and the looking glass country, while her own body literally unravels.  In her first adventure, Alice changes size and shape more rapidly than she can keep track of.  (My favorite part is when her neck grows like a giraffe's and she's accused of being a serpent [original sin, anyone?]).  As Alice attempts to control her own body, she loses control of the world around her.
Steampunk Alice, though, is another story.
(Picture taken from Rebelakemi, on devientart)

The pivotal cyborg moment, though, comes with the realization that these changes are literally a product of her own design and creation, as she is the creator of her own fantasy.  The cyborg as envisioned by Donna Haraway is equally a product of her own potential, who is limited not by her own abilities, but by the limitations and pressures put on by a society that cannot accept the individuality (read:deviance) of the cyborg's powers.

Friday, July 6, 2012

They Gave me Myth


They Gave me Myth
by Chase-Barthes

I’ve got a machine who is powerful
I’ve got a machine who is real
I’ve got a machine who needs me
Ooh the gave me myth

They gave me myth, myth, myth
They gave me myth
Yes, they gave me myth, myth, myth,
Yes, they gave me myth

In it I find him standing
In the next it he’s still
An ore his maching can show me
Oh they gave me myth

They got a hand on an end
Or a world on hand
Oooh, oooh, so on hand
Closed paradoxically
Or a man of power
But I’m represented as magic thought.

Because my machine’s functional
I’ve got a machine who is real
But I almost found my machine
After they gave me myth

Yes, they gave me myth, myth, myth
They gave me myth
They gave me myth, myth, myth,
Yes, they gave me myth.

I've been doing work archiving an old contemporary music magazine called The Ear.  I found this poem, and I liked it.