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Listen, Little Man! is a great physician's
quiet talk to
each of us, the average human being, the 'Little Man'.
Written
in 1946 in answer to the gossip and defamation that plagued
Dr. Reich's remarkable career, tells how he watched, at
first naively, then with amazement and finally with
horror, what the
Little Man does to himself; how he
suffers
and rebels; how he esteems his enemies and murders his
friends; how, wherever he gains power as a 'representative
of the people', he misuses this power and makes it
crueller than the power it has supplanted.
The
good doctor asks us to look honestly at ourselves and
assume responsibility for our lives and for the
great
untapped potential that lies in the depth of
human Nature.
- Wilhelm Reich
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March 24, 1897 -
November 3, 1957
"May your
Soul fly
free in the
Eternal domain of
Beauty"
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My God! |
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You're a "little
man," a "common man" |
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Your slave driver
is yourself |
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Only you yourself
can be your liberator |
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An indiscriminate
slave |
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Little big man |
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Guides and
redeemers |
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Inane chatter at
your social functions |
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No, you ask
yourself what your neighbor will say
about it |
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You despise
yourself in secret, even - no, especially - when
you stand on your dignity |
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"Germs in the air" |
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But when the
discovery comes out in the paper, you believe it
whether you understand it or not |
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You're afraid to
soar, afraid of heights and depths |
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You plead for
happiness in life, but security means
more to you |
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You hear a joke
about yourself and you join in
the laughter |
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It took many
millions of years for you to evolve from a jellyfish to a terrestrial biped |
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You have lived in
bodily rigidity, your present aberration, for
only six thousand years |
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Uniforms,
marshals, and medals |
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You consume your
happiness |
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You want nice,
cropped and clipped geniuses you can parade through the streets of your cities without
embarrassment |
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That's why you
steal your happiness like a thief in
the night |
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You screech
because you're afraid |
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Down with him! |
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Berlin nights |
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Not content with
looking like a tub, you think and teach like a tub; you do your best to imprint all life with your
ugliness, your tublike ungainliness, your hypocrisy, and with the bitter hatred that you hide behind
your phony smile |
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The eagle's chicks |
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You can't endure
any free, living natural movement
or expression |
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Throw out your
politicians and diplomats |
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Coney Island |
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You're afraid of
life |
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Passport |
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LOVE IS AGAINST
THE LAW, F
. . . . . . IS ALLOWED |
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"Cancer research" |
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You put your
general on a pedestal; then you can
respect him |
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"Normal" man |
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When I think of
your children, how you torment the life
out of them, trying to make them
"normal" like yourself ... |
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Daughter of this,
that, and the other revolution |
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From time to time
you lift your head out of the muck
and shout Hurrah! |
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Then one day I
opened my eyes and looked you
straight in the face |
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You're a brute
behind your mask of sociability and
friendliness |
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Moralist
checking up on orgone energy |
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Investigating the
orgone accumulator |
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Who am I to
have an opinion of my own? |
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Am I utterly
worthless? |
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Yearning |
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"May the
Elegance of
Inspiration
breathe Your
Spirit"
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