2361 – Meetings with Remarkable Men (1979 movie)

timespace coordinates: pre-1912 regions of Transcaucazia, Central Asia (Bukhara), Afghanistan, Tibet, Pakistan at the borderlands between where the European Imperial powers were clashing in what became known euphemistically as the “Great Game”

Maybe it is offputting for many to watch a movie entitled “Remarkable Men”, and indeed apart from the early love interest of Armenian-Greek mystic, philosopher and guru George Ivanovich Gurdjieff (c.1867 – 29 October 1949) and a female member of his “Truth Seeker” group, there seem to be very few women in this account of the early travels of this key figure of Western esotericism and occultism. So if you can get across this glaring and painful absence, we can move further. This is an unusual biographical drama by Peter Brooks (The Mahabharata, Tierno Bokar) based on Gurdjieff’s own accounts of his early life described in coded, fantastic and allegorical-mythmaking imagery. This is Peter Brooks version of Gurdjieff’s spiritual journeys during the early part of his life – published much later in book form. As an aside the famous Peter Brooks (theatre director) himself had an influence on celebrated Romanian Theathre director Andrei Serban who attended the International Center For Theatre Research in the 1970s.

This TW (or X) message above got me thinking about the crossovers and different backgrounds of these early founders of modern Western esoteric teaching and their mishaps, considering that some of them did introduce and adapt traditions from the Islamic East to the West (referring here to the Sufi tradition). I consider Gurdjieff an especially interesting transitional figure because he is always changing and difficult to classify. He fits perhaps best the typical charlatan and a modern mage. Obviously, he is openly a jack of all trades, curious about everything, but he is being very frank about his shifty nature. First: I never read his teaching so I am not familiar about his metaphysics beyond what this movie lets us glimpse. Let’s remember that for Gurdjieff humanity in already in a state of trance and needs to be shocked and de-blocked (practices that will later became familiar on the West Coast counterculture). This need to be awakened from such slumbering (zombie) shambling sleep-walking state is also found in recent Black Horror movies – see Jordan Peele’s exceptional Get OUT. There is even a book that digs for the links btw the coded texts of the Harlem Renaissance and Gurdjieff, more particular of Toomer a celebrated autheur going to Paris/Fointainebleu and transferring some of his ideas across the ocean.
G. himself feels like a streetwise character, a farceur, living off hypnotherpy or painting and selling sparrows as canaries to tourists. I quite appreciate this image.

I was not so much interested in the veracity or accuracy of his own autobiographical accounts. But are these miraculous encounters or highly symbolic and allegorical visions so unique? I was curious about ways of imagining a (modern) invented performative tradition as invented by others (a mysterious Eastern Brotherhood – so not so much ‘cultural appropriation’ as searching legitimation for new practices selling them as primordial). What about this series of sacred dances – the“Gurdjieff movements” depicted at the end of the movie?

Gurdjieff was a man of his times, not in any sense exceptional. It was a time of constant traffic across disciplines, geographic and cultural borders, of strange scientific beliefs and newly discovered invisible worlds (the Old Quantum theory) that ended up with bizarre metaphysical reshuffling. Although there is a lot of talk about the unexplained, about mind-body-emotional problems and unexplained events – Gurdjieff’s life is well situated in its context, yet maybe completely unfamiliar to most of us in the early 21st c. This is not an attempt at demysticatuon, but a way to appreciate syncretic and hybrid methods and spiritual/mundane comingling at a time where Islamophobia and entrenched fundamentalism keeps bringing misery to many places of the world (thinking about Rohinja in Myanmar or the Muslim minority in India or the plight of Palestinians everywhere).

I am talking about mostly a diverse bunch of largely stateless, transnational persons – that used to travel anonymously or under pseudonyms, takeing on the new routes of transnational capital and globalization to spread ideas, search for like-minded comrades, translate revolutionary texts (including SF )avidely read mystical literature but also smuggle guns to mutineers and anti-colonialists compadres. They were also incarcerated and eventually had to pay a high prize for their conspirative activities. It was also a brutal time of accidents and disasters. Gurdjieff was just lucky enough to survive and live through some horrible car accidents. Such lives are amply described in a recent remarkable study where a series of truly remarkable men and women of which I am pretty sure you never ever heard because they are not part of the Western canon nor part of history we were tought of in schools (East bloc or West)-: Underground Asia and the Assault on Empire by Tim Harper.

The “miracle” of these “remarkable” men was pulling through a time of crisis with large-scale deportations, populational exchanges and forced displacements (see 1923 Turkish Greek population exchange) culminating with the WWII 1940s and its aftermath, but also trying to find a new modern identity. While living incognito and in hiding at the very heart of European imperial centers they gathered acolytes, escaped genocides and developed ways to survive amidst repression, looming wars and often very violent nation building. They were shaped by a widespread cat-and-mouse Great Game across geographic borders, religions, cultures and classes.

How to orient yourself in such an uncertain world in tatters, how to find succor, opportunity or build friendships and instant connection across races, cultures and social classess? I think here comes the compass known as “The Enneagram” a diagram presented by Gurdjieff to the world in 1916 that was supposed to offer a way to access the inner dynamics of the universe and its harmonic order beyond an apparent order.

I am not trying to minimize the mystical or spiritual value of Gurdjieff but to recognize that these erratic searches of seeking THE meaning and transferring ‘wisdom’ across much of Asia (Tibet, Afghanistan, Iran, Mesopotamia, Ottoman Empire) do have a historical and geopolitical foundation and world system reasons. My reading here is that this “wisdom” should be also seen as some more banal – as a counter-espionage of sorts. It is almost a cliche (since Kipling) that the sacred men were also purveyors of strategic data as much as local lore and Orientalist know-how (in the Edward Said sense). You could always become a potential informant as well as a recruit and snitch for a foreign power. Also, they had to escape the widening and collaborative net of counter-revolutionary forces, because the French, British, and Russian Tsartist secret police were becoming more aware and more paranoid and intent on precluding any serious attempts on the part of their colonial subjects to revolt. Their future colonial prospects and intra-imperial scuffles were to be secured at any price. Suffice to say they had back then as much success as the current Homeland Security in the US and most of their actions were supported by xenophobia, racism, and jingoist sentiment to spy on suspicious ‘foreigners’.

Gurdjieff’s account of his pre-1912 years should be seen as more akin to Rudyard Kipling’s Kim (published in 1901). It is not just the Imperial fantasy of impossible control, ‘native’ Informants were necessary to the imperial enterprise and information across immense swaths of territory had to be gathered. Such growing Imperial Archives grew larger and larger following the need to document and surveil subaltern populations, refugees and immigrant movements, filtering for potential terrorists and “internationalist” anarchist or socialist elements. The threat of disorder, of anti-imperial and anti-British or anti-French mutinous conspiracy that might endanger the hegemony of the Western powers was largely overblown but violent repression and exploitation left unchecked always tends to accumlate. Fragile post colonial states followed and it all morphed into something more devious and even more genocidal during the Cold War (see the Djakjarta Method and Kissinger’s role). In the wake of early 20 c anarchist bomb attacks and their attempts to topple the authoritarian ruler and monarchies all over Europe (who were largely related by blood alliances altough purported enemies during the Great Game), the various police forces established crucial data flows, exchanges, forming a worldwide dragnet of secret service and Interpol collaboration.

Intellectuals also played an active part in that. Orientalists were the new specialists embroiled in the Great Game since the very beginning. This was of course the time of the Western expeditions along the former Silk Road in the search for archeological loot and manuscripts. The hunt for manuscripts was done without any qualms as regards the right of Europeans to carry of ‘finds’ from non-European lands. An almost textbook example of this is the life of Hungarian-born British archeologist Aurel Stein and the major expeditions to Central Asia—in 1900–1901, 1906–1908, 1913–1916, and 1930 he undertook. From the French side – the French Sinologist and Orientalist Paul Pelliot– both famously ransacking the Dunhuang throve of manuscripts is also part of this tale. As British sinologist Arthur Waley puts it:

The Chinese regard Stein and Pelliot as robbers,” wrote the British sinologist Arthur Waley. “I think the best way to understand [the feelings of the Chinese] on the subject is to imagine how we should feel if a Chinese archaeologist were to come to England, discover a cache of medieval manuscripts at a ruined monastery, bribe the custodian to part with them and carry them off to Peking.”

Yes, this movie is also the search for the larger meaning by a small child from the Transcaucasus region, more specifically from the small Armenian town of Gyumri – in the Russian Empire somewhere in the latter half of the 19 century (~1867). He spent his childhood in the Kars Oblast which is now part of eastern Turkey (it was later captured by the Ottoman Empire). At the time was home to an incredibly diverse mixture of multi-ethnic, multi-confessional populations with a long history of traveling holy men, bards, troubadours, mystics and what the French called “fou divin” (men of crazy holy wisdom).

As part of this winds-swept, a nearly semi-desertic area the Armenian plateau “Kars Oblast was home to Armenians, Iranians, Russians, Caucasus Greeks, Georgians, Turks, Kurds and smaller numbers of Christian communities from eastern and central Europe such as Caucasus Germans, Estonians and Russian sectarian communities like the Molokans, Doukhobors, Pryguny, and Subbotniks.”. From the first moment the scene is set, instead of a contest of arms over borders and resources, we get a group of ashugh bards, musicians, and dervishes meeting in a valley since immemorial times to musically duel with each other and try to play the high note, so that the particular acoustic environment of that valley would vibrate in tune. The winner would be chosen and get a lamb if the gathered wise holy crowd agreed. That’s one of my favorite scenes (a truly Pythagorean spectacle!). It is also the one where we can see the diversity of Afghanistan (the movie was filmed in Afghanistan before the Afghan-Soviet War). So this is the entry of young Gurdjieff into a larger and fascinating vibrational universe.

An important community that had a key influence on Gurdijeff was the Yazidis (Yazidi translates to ‘the servant of the creator’) or Yezidis who suffered so much after the rise of ISIS/ISIL (Islamic State) in the wake of the destabilization of this shatter region after the US-British invasion of Iraq and Afghanistan and subsequent instability and rising sectarianism. Yazidis are this very distinct ethnic-religious group part of the Kurdish-speaking group indigenous to Kurdistan that has faced persecution by nearly everyone. Yazidi’s also have been falsely accused of “Satanism” (because of the Angel worship), but their monotheistic religion of Yazidism seems to have roots in the Western Iranian pre-Zoroastrian religion.

So this is a good occasion to see how such an unlikely quest was supported and nourished by these contacts and by several texts that became available to him from various sources (including the local Dean Borsh monophysite Armenian priest). His encounters with mystical Russian noblemen, the ending with the search for the Sarmoung Brotherhood is pretty typical (probably some monstery in Tibet). There is also great social mobility involved – moving from factory work to being a mendicant to entering Sufi circles or being employed as manual laborers in archeological digs in Egypt. In tune with an era of clandestine travelers, he is always moving incognito and always stealing or otherwise obtaining his knowledge of maps by illicit means. Typical of this era of mappings and border control it is always about hidden maps and hidden places. I think even the famous Khyber Pass gets a mention. There is also a big hint of Shambhala or Agartha.

The result of this improbable and weird early encounters with “remarkable men” in order to devise a coreoghraphy of cvasi-modernist Gurdjieff dance movements – that seem to me like early contemporary dances performed by Rudolf von Laban at the Monte Verita in the Alps.

We have to relate this to other movements (such as the contemporary anthroposophic movement) but also the not-so-obvious (even if he escaped Bolshevik Russia and is by no means a Socialist) Gurdjieff practices also relate to the production of the new man and the early foundation of a worker state, prolet cult, and new avant-garde poetry. I am thinking here about the work of techno-poet and founder of the Central Institute of Labor Alexey Gastev. Gastev’s scientific approaches to work management may seem to be at opposite poles from the Gurdjieff movements, but the teaching “tree” described as being part of this “Fourth Way” body-mind-emotional teaching is similar to the teaching and motion studies of Gastev. One is supposed to be a new calibration and liberation of new worker bodies, the other is immemorial and appears derived from Babylonian times (his learning about it from the Sarmoung monastery). See and judge yourself from the description of the movie by Peter Brooks and rediscover this lost gem.

2144 – Doc Savage: The Man of Bronze (1975 movie)

spacetime coordinates: 1936

Just when pandemic rules started slackening up I ended up at a PULP-movie night in Berlin – organized by the Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Kino at the Filmrausch Palast Moabit, an independent cinema hidden in the Moabit hood. Simply put it felt like a combination of free comics day that takes place on the 1st Sunday in May, heavy drinking (cheap shots were offered during the whole event + cocktails with bizarre movie-themed names & even stranger taste). All in all, it is a good recipe to basically mindlessly indulge in B-movie trash cultural gems and celebrate smut and bad taste in all its glory in order to tear down high cultural standards that still seem to reign supreme even now in Germany’s foremost cultural establishments. ‘Transgression’ in all its forms (including the belatedly artistic) has lost it’s byte – in post-Trump, alt-right or MRM activism era where obscenity and freedom of speech are equated with class privilege and anti-system values. In no way would I call watching Doc Savage today transgressive. For one it all appears incredibly naive and one has to make sure one does not fret over his 1930s manners. Pulp has been in my veins since childhood, but pulp, be it in its heroic form or Lovecraftian cosmic horror is full of trappings, full on racist stereotyping, even if it holds an important place in our post-ironic magick wraponized meme times.

Trivialliteratur (as it is known in Germany with a pejorative sense – all-too-easy, facile, nondemanding lit) or “pulp” has been forever associated with ‘guilty pleasures’ and used as a way to shame various emerging modern publics (especially early women readers – as with the ‘female Gothic’ lit). This sense of inferiority complex is still present in enclaves such as the Romanian sci-fi community. A lot of aesthetic theory was predicated on precisely how early pop 18th c or 19th c Schauerliteratur evoked the ‘big’ categories terror, horror, the sublime or the beautiful(as opposed to the minor ones explores by Ngai in the Cute, the Zany or the Interesting) in its readership. Protecting audiences from moral decay meant controlling the influx of unwanted emotions triggered by low cultural influences and artefacts (and this was way before comics hit the stands).

Sci-Fi was strongly influenced by pulp and weird literature was basically abstract non-representational horror dressed as pulp. Nowadays it all smacks of nostalgia but it part of comic book history and remains eminently debatable because one can see other how other more upgraded heroes have not completely discarded their pulpy origins. In fact, during the Berlin screening of the 3 movies, people got in and out and most of them had comics under their arms. Movies featured that night were: Doc Savage: The Man of Bronze, Flesh Gordon and Vampirella. Raunchy mondo Softcore, vampirism, imaginative vulgarity and extoticism all meet in these movies. Pulp does not have the consumption strictures of actually educating the masses or ‘refining’ its readers. Printed on bad paper, heavy with typos and full with ungainly neologisms it was affordable, catchy, shameless – available to a very diverse audience which I think might be drawn to it by countervailing reasons. The public in the Moabit cinema was very diverse indeed, one of the most diverse I have seen on these occasions which still shows the stranght of pulp. So even today’s retro pulp audience cannot be made to fit easily into a single demographic.

Pulp offer cheap spectacle – and in a sense, its the secret source of all capitalist superheros on screen. Doc Savage – is almost forgotten nowadays and yet he is binding together Marvel, DC and Dark Horse. Under his absurd preposterous polymath character there lies to signs of things to come. ‘Retromania’ starts being a thing – and also shows up in both 70s pulp revival & later Lucas/Spielberg/Zemeckis groundbreaking triumvirate. This late – 1975 adaptation of The Man of Bronze strikes one as an a flop, exaggerated (so bad it is good) movie yet it reminds me of the more neo-modernist garish Dick Tracy 1990 comics adaptation in being so stylistically close and true to its aestethic iconic origins. It stands out for his unintended and unabashed camp aesthetic – that makes a bad poster of every pose of the hero. His very title name includes SAVAGE in big letters and doc small on one side. “Savage”-ness or reclaiming what was seen as the waning of masculinity of the modern men becomes a quest for many pulp celebrated authors such as R. E. Howard and E R Burroughs. All in all this is a very conventional, moralistic, wholesome and self righteous hero cult that does not stray far from the racist & imperial credo of a ‘white man’s burden’. The colonial exotic adventure is seen furthering of the civilisatory goals and as an antidote to the ills of civilisation. The narrative runs this way: if modernity is somehow perceived as a ‘feminizing’ or emasculating force civilisation over-domesticated and over-civilized Western men while women are becoming more independent & assertive. So countless heroes were dreamed up as the ‘new savages’, as the new Lord Greystoke Tarzan’s that somehow faced untamed territories on Earth and elsewhere – and that needed tonshow that they could still tame ‘nature’, as well as revert at will to their ‘savage’ predecessors if need be. These modern neo-savages (with Anglo-Saxon or Vareg or Cimmerian blood – another obsession of pulp is a sort of genetic genealogic legitimizing of their deeds) or full-fledged Barbarians have marched into pulp and heroic fantasy materials at the point where most of the so-called ‘white spots’ (that were definitely not white) on the planet disappeared and the so-called non-European ‘savages’ were being massacred, disenfranchised, and forcefully assimilated and driven to the margins or given humiliating roles on the big screen with an apology that has come often too little and too late. ‘Barbarian’ either bad or food was used at will (bad if foreign good if one of ours). At the same time several anti-white and anti-Western revolts as well the rise of Japan (after the Russo-Japanese War) produced new fears and ramped up the need to preserve Western civilisation from the ‘hordes’ inside a multipolar world.

Nevertheless Doc Savage is not another Tarzan surviving on the outskirts of civilisation, he is a polymath, well dressed and is able to combine elements of all the previous Trivial Literatur heroes (including the deductive powers of Sherlock Holmes).

What he allows us to catch is the metamorphosis of how pop (male) models buckled over time and how they evolved (or not) over time. US superheroes do not spring out of the heads of their creators like Athena. Their Western British predecessors are a historically traceable subgroup. Hero-worship, since Caryle, has molded pulp superheroes, national cults and pop icons alike. Unbeknownst to most, Doc Savage was a template for both Marvel, DC and Indiana Jones adventure heroes. He may be regarded as a bridging figure in a pantheon of fictional British imperial hero-worshiping that stretches from H Rider Haggard Allan Quatermain (the quintessential white big game hunter outdoor Imperialist) passing through Doc Savage to ending up as Captain America, Bruce Wayne or Indy. Martial and military masculinities have taken many forms from the conventional muscular Christianity of colonial times to the new mass market for (little and big) boy’s fiction of “pluck and grit” of the 1880s, and Doc Savage unites both the 19th c Africa explorer, the astronomer, the surgeon and the martial arts karateka (in the vein of jingoist American Ninja). Of course there’s nuances and Haggard’s Quatermain for example – mutates from the main throng of militaristic conquering heroes and managed to to offer something new. Each one is not a reiteration and actually offers interesting ideological deviations.

Superficially, Savage looks pretty similar to the representations of the realist-socialist new man that has continued well into the 1970s and 1980s or beyond (in North Korea for example). Even the Socialist new bodies of Hans Mathis Teutsch avant-garde Hungarian Romanian artist from Brașov show such transformations of the monumental figurative. Nakedness is an interesting aspect – I would point to the fact that Doc Savage is always represented with naked chest or in almost fake tatters – sign that he’s been through some trials, that he had to leave behind his outer genteel exterior, yet his clothing still hangs on like on Hulk. He’s nothing outside of battles hard won but he’s left with his sartorial dignity untouched. He combines both armchair or lab work with perilous action and bro culture. Nature is also some form of villain although Doc Savage can turn nature (a golden volcano) against the real supervillains (which seemed very stereotypical, even Russophobic or even slightly anti-semitic in the 1975 movie).

Doc Savage is also epitomizing the unblinking US all-American hero. In a way, he is taking over from older Imperial Powers (the British, Portuguese, and Spanish Empires) but is hell-bent on his own empire building (see Spanish-American War). He is exactly as the US self-portrays, as a doo-good global aid provider and weapons supplier – guardian of Pax Americana provider and representative of the ‘good’ forces of muscular democracy and Wilsonian doctrine self-determination. At the same time, he has some very peculiar habits – and he keeps this private Fortress of Solitude far from the rest of humanity (a mix btw an gentlemen study, yoga retreat, bachelor pad and luxury igloo), a clear predecessor of Superman’s and Batman’s Fortress of Solitude. It would be good to make a few observations on the typical rugged masculinity represented by Doc Savage – as he is usually represented in cover art that is hyper-realistic muscular male that is usually associated with the exploitative genre of so-called ‘men’s magazines’. It was this lowly gross pulp format that inaugurated the superhero teams from his Fabulous Five – that went on to become so popular in the future (the Avengers, X Men, Fantastic Four etc.) In the near future the Rock is due to portray the “world’s first superhero” in a future TV series. Not to forget as the debate over disability/cyperpunk has unearthed – there have been other proto superheroes (more like cyborgian superheroes) before Doc Savage (thx ambient fuckboi for that one!) – such as the French pulp hero Nyctalope (with organic and mechanical parts) by Feuilleton author Jean de la Hire. And one can add to those a lot of Buddhist or Taoist proto machine ancient robot heroes – that enlarge the limited scope of Western-centric histories of cyborg lineages.

Ron Ely as Doc Savage

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