It is with an uneasy combination of pride and shame that I confess my condition: I’m a Dickhead and a poet. The latter brings me to Medium, a space where poems that burst*— paraphrasing Antonin Artaud —
sparked the Dickian:
verse one: 2 syllables
verse two: 3 syllables
verse three: 7 syllables
verse four: 4 syllables
Oblique references to his work, e.g. Ubik; VALIS Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said; The Man in the High Castle; Confessions of a Crap Artist;
The Exegesis of Philip K Dick…Films based on his oeuvre are equally valid, e.g. Blade Runner, Total Recall, Minority Report, A Scanner Darkly.
Praise and deprecation of his mythology are welcome.
Whatever feels Phildickian about life can be inserted in this form:
Is it me?
Orthogonal selfhood, God
Holy beam —
Pinkness rattles sacred glands;
Sheep munch on a timespace chunk;
Old bits & pieces of lived life;