A novel autobiography in which the author applies his theory of focusing on awareness, writing "whatever wants to be written." Partly in poetic form, often playful, sometimes theoretical, the book is a many-faceted mosaic of memories and reflections on his life - in the past and at the moment - and on the origins and continuing development of Gestalt therapy.
Friedrich (Frederick) Salomon Perls better known as Fritz Perls, was a noted German-born psychiatrist and psychotherapist. Perls coined the term 'Gestalt therapy' to identify the form of psychotherapy that he developed with his wife, Laura Perls, in the 1940s and 1950s. Perls became associated with the Esalen Institute in 1964, and he lived there until 1969. His approach to psychotherapy is related to, but not identical to, Gestalt psychology, and it is different from Gestalt theoretical psychotherapy.
The core of the Gestalt Therapy process is enhanced awareness of sensation, perception, bodily feelings, emotion, and behavior, in the present moment. Relationship is emphasized, along with contact between the self, its environment, and the other.
I do my thing And you do your thing. I am not in this world To live up to your expectations And you are not in this world To live up to mine. You are you And I am I And if by chance we find each other It’s beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped.
FRITZ PERLS
Ah, Fritz Perls. That ange maudit of psychoanalysis!
But he was right when he wrote these much-quoted (in the seventies) lines, and it took me 50 years to find that out... cause that is the true nature of love.
Love alters not when it alteration finds, as the Bard wrote. Love doesn’t care about accidents. It remains itself.
Whatever happens!
And 50 years ago, back around 1971, my old friend Don was driving a cab for his spending money.
He had dropped out of his engineering studies, and I had dropped out of my English degree for a year to cool my weary heels a tad - after running smack dab into the Great-Grandfather of nervous breakdowns.
He used to drop by after his shift to shoot the breeze and put in a few kicks together at the old tin can of metaphysical conundrums.
(We talked mainly of girls.)
I told him I was dating a former high school friend, Nancy, and he told me he had never gotten serious.
And one night, he brought this book with him.
He musta known it smacked of truth, cause I immediately followed suit in admiration after a few sentences.
How so?
I guess because I had spent 20 years apologizing to bullies and detractors of all stripes, and even more so now, after falling face first into the existential mud.
Read this, Fergus, he said.
It’ll get you up and running again.
And, yes, Don - it would have, but my collapse had left me perpetually smiling obsequiously, and now more apologetically than ever.
That self-destructive pattern finally ended in my post-retirement burnout. ***
And now... we find ourselves fast-forwarded to the very candid present tense.
Look over there - that’s me, sitting in the corner of the warm kitchen with a freshly-charged iPad. And now we’re down to the moment of truth (one of those fabled light bulb moments)!
Today, my friends and family and I ventured as usual into the calm waters of our email exchanges. Which means nothing to you but may mean something if I tell you most of us, one-on-one, are like two peas in a pod.
But variant-natured peas.
Because most of the time we agree, non-demonstrably, to disagree.
We know we’re completely, radically different from each other…
Though we never argue.
Why? For one thing, being old means you forgive more easily. A long hard life'll do that to you. And there's our innate manners.
The thing that nearly killed me. Many times.
But what goes around, comes around. So it’s now all for the good!
And what did Nietzsche say?
That which doesn’t kill me Makes me see - I do my thing And you do your thing, And if we should find each other It’s beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped.
Gestalt Therapy Disrobed– As Seen Through The Eyes Of Its Principal Founder And Most Flamboyant Practitioner.
(A review of In and Out the Garbage Pail by Fredrick S. Perls)
This is Fritz Perls in his own words, as if come across in the baths at Esalen Institute in 1968, holding forth there in this deceptively "simple" but brashly blunt account given late in his life of just how his work and thinking took shape over time. He sketches in broad-strokes the portrait of his life, from his childhood in Berlin, Bar Mitzvah and puberty crisis ("I am a very bad boy and cause my parents plenty of trouble"), on through his military service in World War I, into the period that followed in Frankfurt during the time when the Institute for Social Research was being founded (sharing the same intellectual ethos of the neurological clinic in which Gestalt psychology was begun in earnest), up to his break in both theory and method with Freud's traditional psychoanalytic circle, followed by his own subsequent individual development of Gestalt Therapy, starting in South Africa and then later carrying it to the United States, eventually landing him at Esalen Institute in Big Sur, California -- which became the closest thing to a spiritual home he ever found.
Part autobiography, part theoretical elaboration and summing up, part off-the-cuff philosophizing and qualifying commentary; part painful admission, true confession, and a clearing of the air; part personal pontificating and the pleasurable peacock parading of an iconic figure and public paragon. This work is woefully misconstrued and seriously distorted if it is either taken too lightly or made too much of. To be rightly received and taken in, it must be viewed in the much larger context of the rest of his writings and serious work with clients, along with the workshops he led and lectures he gave, and all of that added to the ever-animated and at times slightly brutish encounters (and he would be the first to admit this whenever it was the case (as, indeed, he does in some of these pages) with the host of personal acquaintances, close friends, and yes, his entrenched enemies too that made up the unusually rambunctious life of the creatively gifted and all too human man that he was.
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(A member of my doctoral committee, Dr. Vincent F. O'Connell, then on the Psychiatric Faculty of the Medical School at the University of Florida, heard Perls deliver the very first lecture on Gestalt Therapy given in the United States (attended by three people!). The two became close friends and collaborating professional colleagues from that point on until Perls's eventual death, March 14, 1970. "Vinnie" is mentioned by Perls in some places in this book. Among the many elaborations he shared with me about Perls's views on many things -- which were always original, provocative, and off-the-cuff -- was a most intriguing one about Perls's having written a whole paper on the topic: "Interpretation is a hostile act.") He was a man given to making such remarks. Those who have had occasion to see Perls at work with clients or relating to people in general are likely to have seen this upstart aspect of his individual style and personal inclinations as a human being.)?
(Cover painting: One of Perls's own entitled "Eyeglass in Gaza")
I believe I read this after taking a group seminar on humanistic psychology at Grinnell College, having picked it up at the Digger Free Store in what used to be the cloak room of my dorm on South Campus, Loose Hall, some years before. It is sort of an autobiography by the founder of American Gestalt Therapy and it was a delight to read, parts of it being quite funny.
Fácilmente uno de los mejores libros que he leído. Fritz Perls habla crudo y se destroza como pocas personas siquiera pensarían hacerlo en frente de toda una audiencia que sabe que lo estamos leyendo. Su manera de narrar también es única, caótica y muchas veces sin sentido (es ahí donde entra el perrodearriba a poner algo de orden. Pero siempre es agradable cómo pasa sin que le importe un carajo de una poesía a una experiencia personal a fascinarnos con constructos teóricos súper densos para luego volver a un díalogo interno o con cualquier persona que decida sacar de su tarro de basura para traer a hablar con él (en cierto momento, incluido el mismo Freud).
Si te gusta la Psicología, este es un libro obligado para comprender que la psicología humanista no es, para nada, dar un abrazo al paciente.
it’s is really in and out of garbage: some parts are utterly entertaining, and some are very uninteresting — i went through a half of it when i lost interest, but it was an exciting reading. more like a magazine with a diary of Fritz Perls
Перевод в целом читабельный, но со множеством недочётов (пришлось читать в переводе потому, что оригинал долго доставать). Сама книга большей частью представляет собой поток сознания Фрица Перлза. Создаётся впечатление, что к концу жизни он заплутал. А может, и не к концу. Трудно разобраться со своим феноменологическим миром, имея такой трудный опыт детства, войны, скитаний. Рваность и неинтегрированность, вероятно, соответствовала общей природе сознания Перлза. В этом смысле он очень близок всем нам. «Раненый целитель» (?). Удивительна ограниченность многих его рассуждений. А ведь у Перлза есть замечательные статьи и лекции, которые я всячески рекомендую.
Oh, Fritz. Fritz Perls is my therapeutic soul partner, and this stream-of-consciousness, slightly batshit book of his only further solidified that for me. He's a nightmare, authentic, dramatic, and flinchingly-honest regarding his own internal process, and he doesn't abide by many, if any, societal norms. He calls it all forth into the light: his own narcissism, his wish for self-aggrandizement, and his insecurities. He engages the reader in conversation by engaging himself in dichotomous conversations. I want to be him when I grow up, and I want to harness his fearlessness and use it daily with my clients.
“Внутри и вне помойного ведра” я смогла “осилить” только со второй попытки. Это своего рода автобиография Перлза. Название говорит само за себя. Сплошной поток мыслей, из которого вырисовывается нелицеприятный и не совсем психически здоровый портет автора... Хотя меня это не особо удивило. “Практикум по гешталь-терапии” тоже, к сожалению, не порадовал... Но эта книга уже продукт коллективного творчества. Я всё ещё возлагаю надежды на другие книги Перлза.
Para personas interesadas en la psicología o filosofía. Sinceramente crudo y de lenguaje de pensamiento natural. Como pensó escribió. Muy interesante los hallazgos escondidos en tantos pensamientos desordenados y ordenados al mismo tiempo.
Autobiografijoje persipina prisiminimai, patyrimai ir asociacijos. Bandras įspūdis: padrika, bet nuoširdu. Tai daugiau Perlso bandymas suprasti save, o ne pristatyti save skaitytojui.
was cleaning a day or so ago in anticipation of family and thanks givings and when i moved a box of "junk", this book dropped out. i almost threw it out? but then i started reading...uhoh... first page was a letter written to the author about a year after he passed on. it gripped my heart unexpectedly. spoke of living in a state of not pushing the river,awareness for awareness' sake. I liked that. then i read a little further into the pages It was like eavesdropping into someone else's mind. listening to him argue with himself got me smiling all alone as I sat with the vacuum in hand. sure I've spoke to folks that are practitioners of Gestalt Therapy or some such along the way but in truth I still have no clue what it's about. books of this kind don't usually hold interest for to long if boredom strikes, don't feel much like perusing further into the pages, but think this seems a very quick read? and I'm interested in seeing how he finds a way to write about himself. i think that in it's self will keep me entertained?
anyone know what Gestalt Therapy is?
still not sure if i found the book interesting or if it just means i really didn't want to clean house?
Perls' autobiographical work was fun to read; he moves from prose to (mediocre) poetry and back to prose. His illustrations are funny and endearing. He breaks here and there to allow dialogue between the topdog and underdog parts of his personality. The occasional self-indulgent boasting is balanced with glimpses into Perls' life, which is a compelling story! (I had no idea he fought in the trenches in WWI.) There are some good insights here into human behavior, Gestalt theory, Freudian theory, and the philosophical milieu out of which these theories grew. He never goes too deep into that, though, and shifts topics abruptly according to whim. This book gives readers a sense of who Perls was, how he viewed himself, his wisdom, and his flaws.
Honest, introspective, and stream of consciousness. This is a courageous work of a sort we rarely produce anymore; our world has become perhaps overly scientific, scientistic, anti-phenomenological. It's a little dated, but the authenticity is worth the read.
Fritz Perls เขียน In and Out of the Garbage Pail จบใน 3 เดือน โดยเขียนไปเรื่อย ๆ เมื่ออยากเขียน นึกอะไรออกก็เขียนโดยไม่มีการวางแผนไว้ล่วงหน้า ผลลัพธ์ที่ได้คือ หนังสือประหลาด ๆ เล่มหนึ่ง ที่ไม่มีเลขหน้า ไม่มีหัวข้อ ไม่มีแม้กระทั่งประเด็นที่ชัดเจน