pulserifle187
MemberNoobFeb-03-2014 12:26 AMLast night I was on youtube and I came across a documentary on Phillip K Dick. It was presented in a style of an dramatise FBI investigation. Two agents going through Phillip K Dick life, building a picture of the man himself. It contained interviews of former friends, colleagues, wives and even his psychologist. All the interviews were presented in almost a timeline of his life. It followed his early struggles, living in poverty (at one stage eating dog biscuits). Through his stages of drug use and the stated of his mind. He truely plunged into madness, it was almost like he believed what he wrote was real.
Towards the end of his life, phillip seemed to find his balance in life. But sadly pasted on, in my opinion too young and too early. But in the words of J.W Jeter
" thank god he didn't die a madman".
I saw through these interviews a real human being, a person well respected and loved by his friends. All in all, I found he was an outstanding writer and a inspirational person.
"how do you feel?"-" great, next stupid question"
February 04, 2014
by Anthony Alvarado (story) & Ryan Thompson (art)
DEUS IRAE (Judgment Day) by PKD & Roger Zelazny (1976)
It was as if Pris, to me, were both life itself - and anti-life, the dead,
the cruel, the cutting and rending and yet also the spirit of existence
itself. Movement: she was motion itself. Life in its growing, planning,
calculating, harsh, thoughtless actuality.
I could not stand having her around me; I could not stand being without
her. Without Pris I dwindled away until I became nothing and eventually died
like a bug in the backyard, unnoticed and unimportant; around her I was slashed,
goaded, cut to pieces, stepped on - yet somehow I lived; in that, I was real.
Did I enjoy suffering? No. It was that it seemed as if suffering was part of
life, part of being with Pris. Without Pris there was no suffering, nothing
erratic, unfair, unbalanced. But also, there was nothing alive, only small-time
schlock schemes, a dusty little office with two or three men scrabbling in the
sand.
PKD - We Can Build You (1972) Thanks pulserifle187, never saw it before.
Bonus links:
PKD @SFF Audio The right-spot for... Future Noir Video Playlist
by Anthony Alvarado (story) & Ryan Thompson (art)
DEUS IRAE (Judgment Day) by PKD & Roger Zelazny (1976)
It was as if Pris, to me, were both life itself - and anti-life, the dead,the cruel, the cutting and rending and yet also the spirit of existence
itself. Movement: she was motion itself. Life in its growing, planning,
calculating, harsh, thoughtless actuality.
I could not stand having her around me; I could not stand being without
her. Without Pris I dwindled away until I became nothing and eventually died
like a bug in the backyard, unnoticed and unimportant; around her I was slashed,
goaded, cut to pieces, stepped on - yet somehow I lived; in that, I was real.
Did I enjoy suffering? No. It was that it seemed as if suffering was part of
life, part of being with Pris. Without Pris there was no suffering, nothing
erratic, unfair, unbalanced. But also, there was nothing alive, only small-time
schlock schemes, a dusty little office with two or three men scrabbling in the
sand.
PKD - We Can Build You (1972) Thanks pulserifle187, never saw it before.
Bonus links: PKD @SFF Audio The right-spot for... Future Noir Video Playlist
