Ubik – collages

A set of 14 collages based on  based on snippets of text from Philip K. Dick’s 1969 sci-fi novel Ubik. These were created some time ago, but recently photographed and processed through Instagram.

View the full Flickr set here.

In 1974, French filmmaker Jean-Pierre Gorin commissioned Dick to write a screenplay for a Ubik film. Dick completed the screenplay, turning it in within a month, but Gorin never filmed the project. The screenplay was published as Ubik: The Screenplay in 1985. According to the foreword of Ubik: The Screenplay (by Tim Powers, a friend of Dick’s and fellow science fiction writer), Dick had an idea for the film which involved “the film itself appearing to undergo a series of reversions: to black-and-white, then to the awkward jerkiness of very early movies, then to a crookedly jammed frame which proceeds to blacken, bubble and melt away, leaving only the white glare of the projection bulb, which in turn deteriorates to leave the theater in darkness, and might almost leave the moviegoer wondering what sort of dilapidated, antique jalopy he’ll find his car-keys fitting when he goes outside”.

 

Processed stories: 1. Wondensation

The following text is the result of inputting the three stories generated during my Narrative Workshop into a PHP-based Markov chain text generator. The text is in the order it was generated, although some slight edits have been made to give the text a bit more flow and ‘sense’.  This will eventually be narrated as audio for further manipulation and configuration.

Some sound bring around
Take in the ride towards home, as far as to give life here,
As far as to the city the signals.

A densely, tender
standing to receiver

he once again considers the photos of the mission
but not so much less of the soundings.
But all room repeat
a small room repeatedly.

For this receiver,
the camera
when they found the way
an aerial view of flickering again.
He had been searchings
like spider legs.

Being much less of a concert
have gathered our own
she again consider legs.

Out in the airport, sparsely,
as he turned the wall to her
She heard the airported back down (she is supposing).
They wondered with the context
At first, she personifies the micro as macro.

The leaf. The people stopped,
Tunes,
He often is.

There with wandered densely
figure will be a fanfare.
A densations.
The grainy capsule.
The way an aerial view of flight.
She context of the music.
Many other means
camera
when this desert.
He had it.
Maybe was time to static, more static,
waiting
beamed to be late.

All life here, as only
that’s what she is supposing.

They all smile
interpreting the moon landing
off to receive sound
so much;
beautiful, and in,
neighbours’ tiny
black at his side was a flickering
against the flesh to give little,
he heard the evening beamed
around all.

The quartet playing off to give life.
Stopped on
wondensation was a pretty good idea
for similar kind,
his cue to the airport,
spreading on the static,
was a special view of his side of time
has a tenderly.

The crackling voices being horse,
stopped, life into this desert,
a lonely at this horse,
still,
squinting the sound.

Occasionally the photos
of perfect strangers also came naturally,
white simple, accordings.
But it took some time
to the micro as macro.

The looks closely, tenderly.
The crackling voices beautiful,
and sound.

Occasionally led to the space
complex understanding wasn’t enough,
because life.

At his cue
to catch in roughly
an odd practice,
according
on the way an aerial view
of flight before then.

Another place
bouncing like spirit
behind the evening before
thinks, she occupies
the sounding was going.

Just had receiver,
more food, some sense.

The cello and scattered notes.

With safety being
signal would complete.

He had been searching
life into new
the lens near
other happy
played from memory and the sounding
like another place, announcing.