Wednesday, July 29, 2015

THE THEATER OF CARELESS CRUELTY


When Erhard Bern first developed his Spin/Speed Awareness theories he was ridiculed as a crank. He was captivated by Robert Jay Lifton's  research on thought control during the Korean War and suspected there was serious money to be made in what he euphemistically called "personality development."



He went on to create a small empire of Large Group Awareness Training (LGAT) clinics around the country and has inspired countless individuals to seek the professional services of exit therapists, hypnotists, locksmiths, bounty hunters, family counselors, divorce lawyers, tavern keepers, marijuana dispensers and what Canadians like to call les filles de joie.

It was Bern's belief and ultimately his dream, that he could create a vanguard of like-minded ontological stormtroopers who, through severe and consistent training methods, successfully estrange ordinary people from their past. 



Aside from the conventional forms of brainwashing - the long hours of indoctrination, the rejiggering of familiar vocabulary into strange new meanings, the constant repetition of illogical concepts until they acquired the urgent ring of truth and the sequestration of the initiates into intimate support groups, each with an assigned minder who Bern cleverly called a "coach" - he introduced a bizarre centrifugal machine (the 'Erwhirl') that literally spun a participant at high speed in order to physically empty their brains of potentially dangerous skepticism.




Bern eventually overplayed his hand and after a string of lawsuits and more than a few embarrassing disclosures about his private life, he sold the franchise to his cousin Manny and moved to the Cayman Islands with his chiropractor's niece.

A recent exhibition at the new Landmark Visual Arts Forum in Brooklyn has highlighted this interesting piece of popular culture and has provided an interesting aesthetic lens on the American obsession with programmed re-invention. 

The Russian conceptual artist Boris Oushensky created an hysterical manifesto called "The Baby-Steps Toward Mindless Authenticity," (Небольшие промывают шаги к подлинности") which calls on all free citizens of the world to submit to "the integrity model of Vladamir Putin."


 Los Angeles diva, Dahlia Danton somehow snuck her completely unrelated drawings into the show under the cover of some dubious philological connection.


The Genesis of Being: Bern's Bailiwick #3

But by far the most impressive piece was by a little known Montenegrin artist by the name of Davor Megukhach. He actually found the original blueprints for Bern's Erwhirl and had four built to their precise specifications. His subsequent videos, however disturbing, may pave the way toward Erhard Bern's eventual rehabilitation.


Tuesday, July 21, 2015

FATAL FLAWS, DESPERATE CRAVINGS AND THE BANALITY OF AMBITION


I have a friend on the West Coast who grew up in Queens but you'd never know it. His name is Phil and as kids we used to call him Phillie - not as in horse but as in Mike Schmidt - but now he only answers to Philip.

He's an actor, or maybe more precisely an aspiring or struggling actor. In the ten years since he moved to L.A. he's booked a few commercials and landed a few Indie walk-ons. He takes yoga twice a week and trains at Gold's Gym with a few guys from the Kings.

He does some substitute teaching in the public schools to make ends meet and even though he barely has two pennies to rub together he hired this "career counselor" to help him get ahead.


He's had a few relationships and almost got married once to this really nice woman from Seattle. Her name was Penelope and at 28 she was the senior social worker for Family Services of Yerba County. They were a great couple but ultimately Phil chickened out.


"I have this fear of intimacy thing," he explained, "whenever someone gets too close to me I feel threatened and terrified."


He figures that with all the money he saves by not dating anyone, he can afford going to all these expensive career seminars.

He's so hooked on these "empowerment" classes that I actually think he would experience a profound sense of disappointment if his acting finally took off.


"It comes down to this," he told me the other day while we were sipping chia seed slurpies at an acai bar on the Santa Monica pier, "I'd much rather be coached than loved. Relationships are far too transparent. As soon as you let someone get close to you they learn to read you like an oracle bone. Life coaches are all about encouragement. They never make me wrong."



... okay...  


It sounds like a business model straight out of the art world. Your clients are terribly insecure so you give them just enough advice to make them feel better about themselves but not quite enough to render your services obsolete.


Who do you think the better actor is, Phil or the coach?