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izlasīju savu pirmo ē-grāmatu no vāka līdz vākam, ar garām pauzēm un tomēr vienā veselumā.
and tha wiener iz: Philip Kindred Dick
vienlaicīgi tā ir arī pirmā manis izlasītā Dika grāmata. izvēlēta uz pilnīgi labu laimi. tā kā viņš man ne sitams līdz šim nebija devies rokā (nu, kā tāds igaunis, jej bogu tulemast!), es pat lāgiem apsvēru konsultēties cibā, ko man darīt, kā man būt, bet beigās tomēr uz dullo. dullā buļļa acs. leksikogrāfiski un statistiski netālu no buļļa sūda, bet lāgiem ielec pašā klēpī.
ceļojumā tiku pie sējumiņa franciski un japāniski, pieejamas Ķipliotēkā.
forša sajūta, kad teksts pēc izlasīšanas turpina galvā šņorēties. šodien beidzot palasīju, ko par Policista asrām saka interneti.
As for the plot of FLOW MY TEARS, THE POLICEMAN SAID, there is no better brief description than that of Philip K. Dick:
This is the whole basic plot of the novel: One morning Jason Taverner, popular TV and recording star, wakes up in a fleabag dingy hotel room to find all his identification papers gone, and, worse yet, finds that no one has ever heard of him -- the basic plot is that for some arcane reason the entire population of the United States has in one instant of linear time completely and collectively forgotten a man whose face on the cover of Time magazine should be a face virtually every reader would identify without effort. In this novel I am saying, "The entire population of a large country, a continent-sized country, can wake up one morning having entirely forgotten something they all previously knew, and none of them is the wiser." In the novel it is a popular TV and recording star whom they have forgotten, which is of importance, really, only to that particular star or former star. But my hypothesis is presented here nonetheless in a disguised form, because (I am saying) if an entire country can overnight forget one thing they all know, they can forget other things, more important things; in fact, overwhelmingly important things. I am writing about amnesia on the part of millions of people, of, so to speak, fake memories laid down. |
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| Date: | February 24th, 2015 - 10:16 am |
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| | KING FELIX | (Link) |
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In his EXEGESIS written after his experiences of 2-3-74, PKD combines his mysticism with his anti-authoritarianism:
The idea that seized me twenty-seven years ago and never let go is this: Any society in which people meddle in other people's business is not a good society, and a state in which the government "knows more about you than you know about yourself," as it is expressed in FLOW MY TEARS, is a state that must be overthrown. It may be a theocracy, a fascist corporate state, or reactionary monopolistic capitalism or centralistic socialism -- that aspect does not matter. And I am saying not merely," It can happen here," meaning the United States, but rather, "It did happen here. I remember. I was one of the secret Christians who fought it and to at least some extent helped overthrow it.
The mystical apprehension that Dick refers to here and, generally, in many of his post-Pink Beam writings is that the common world we live in is in some way an illusion. The true reality is that we are still living in Christian times and are still under Roman rule. And Dick, as he said, was one of the secret Christians dedicated to the overthrow of the Roman empire. In the short excerpt from his EXEGESIS quoted immediately above he even says that he helped overthrow the empire in some small way. His novel FLOW MY TEARS is critical to Dick’s new world view after March 1974. Within the pages of the novel, hidden from the eyes of the Roman authorities, was embedded a secret cypher. Dick’s friend and fellow science fiction writer Tim Powers refers to this:
On p151 0f VALIS, Fat tells his friends "The two-word cypher signal KING FELIX" was sent out in Feb '74, and that "the United States Army cryptographers studied it, but couldn't discern who it was intended for or what it meant." Fat's friends ask him how he knows that, but he won't say; nor does he explain in what form it appeared. | |
