/lit/ - Literature

Rosemary was high on Ketamine when she had the brainstorm to cut her hair short like a young boy so as to emulate a photograph she had seen in a fashion magazine; such was her depraved impulse to be somebody other than she was. In this manner she daubed her face with clowns paint painting it first white like a Parisian street performer and then adding to her mouthhole a dark shade of red and yet more red upon her cheek bones so as to appear like aother sort of Parisian street performer altogether.

But you know, it wasn't the clowns paint that turned Rosemary into the center of mass at the beating heart of Hindustan but the simple act of cutting her hair like a young boy. You see, we were all Christians in those days and bitterly suppressed our desire to kidney-punch young fellows and sodomize them as God had intended, and so Rosemary had taken much of their form and allure upon herself.

I smoked my pipe as I watched her through the windows, knocking burning embers upon my green cardigan - as was much in fashion in those days for gentlemen to wear.

"The little hussy," I grunted through clenched teeth, finding myself burbling like an overboiled kettle at the shape of her legs and bottom underneath flared jeans pulled up to her waist.

The evening sun caught me through the blinds and I slavered almost uncontrollably. My Wife, busy ironing my underpants in the same room, inquired as to what bird or squirrel had captivated my attention so.

"Young blue tit," I growled, enunciating every syllable.
Well, the rest of the week played out as expected; Rosemary returned home in a motorcar on the first evening in high spirits which dissipated by the third evening and there was much tearful shouting as she ran from the young fellows car, he was not what she had thought he was - so she screamed as she ran back to her house.

I chuckled to myself and growled at my Wife that she may want to hold her ear plugs in as strong words between Men were to be had. She did as I bade and I thrust open our bedroom window,

"OI" I roared, inquiring as to the young chaps 'game' in the lowest possible phraseology. I was told to "piss off," by the young fellow, and smirked as his expression fell at the sight of my shotgun and then as he fell to the tarmac as I blasted the side of his vehicle with bird shot dealing damage of perhaps as much as £30. He drove away and the job had been done.

So, as best I can trace it back the knowledge of repression and inversion as creating unintended harmful acts has been possessed by humans for around 130yrs, or maybe 90yrs if you consider it as being first put to paper by William Reich,
e.g.
>christian has wholesome desire to raise children as clean-minded,or be clean-minded themselves, refuses to look at opposite sex (refuses to let child look at opposite sex), becomes pederast rapist when their repressed urges for healthy sexuality have been crushed.
>due to a miserably oppressed job a person turns to extreme periodic bouts of heavy substance abuse and public displays of drunken shamelessness.
How come society acts like this isn't proven to be true? And if society simply missed or didn't want to understand the science, where did the work go after William Reich? Where does the literary thread in psychiatry pick up after this point?

I mean, w/re: psyche as the human soul; virtue and vice, we 'do' understand how it all works - the "(logos) of the psyche," that is. And does the refusal to admit and comply to this science constitute the next great rejection of divine wisdom? Probably.

How good is Willhelm Reich for when it comes to understanding Frued?

Books about how capitalism degenerates art and morality and causes decadence

What the fuck was his problem?

Behold the dumbest, most clueless, most retarded person who ever lived

How could a man be wrong about literally everything.

What's the opinion here about this madman?
I recently bought The Mass Psychology of Fascism. I haven't read it, but I think it's something about how incels cause fascism.
But did you guys know this guy said he found a new type of energy? He called it orgone, and even bothered Einstein about it.
He also created a device that apparently could make it rain.
Anyway, should I first tackle Freud before I tackle this guy?

The search for the purposeful meaning of life stems from the armoring of the human organism, which blots out the living function and replaces it with rigid formulas of life. Unarmored life does not look for a meaning or purpose for its existence, for the simple reason that it functions spontaneously, meaningfully, and purposefully, without the command "Thou shalt."

/lit/'s opinion on this guy?

Freud: How do you want your career path senpai?

Reich: Just fuck my shit up

Freud: Say no more

what's the deal with wilhelm reich? was he a mad genius, or a mad hack?

>>9042538
This madman

>>8962282
Imagine being lectured to on your "sexual anxiety" by a "man" who looks like this.