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Four​-​beat Rhythm: The Writings of Wilhelm Reich

by Various Artists

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Love, work and knowledge are the well-springs of our life. They should also govern it. —Wilhelm Reich (1970), "The Mass Psychology of Fascism," translated by Vincent R. Carfagno, New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Originally published in German, "Die Massenpsychologie des Faschismus," First Edition, 1933, Second Edition, 1934.
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Stir up the smoldering fire of our will Never weak tools of sad folly to be. Plant deep in the flesh of all human beings The seeds of natural dignity. Away with all wars. Put the mob to flight. This world is our world and ours is the song; Ours the just fight against all who suppress us; Let happiness, love to us belong. All you boys and girls––arise. Fight the brave battle of your lives. Stir up the smoldering fire of our will Never weak tools of deception to be. Tap the wellsprings of joyful existence. Fertile life. WE BELONG TO THEE. —Wilhelm Reich (1983), "Children of the Future: On the Prevention of Sexual Pathology," edited by Mary Higgins and Chester M. Raphael, translated by Derek and Inge Jordan and Beverly Placzek, New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Originally published in German, “Lied der Jugend” in "Zeitschrift für Politische Psychologie und Sexualoekönomie," Vol. 5, No. 1 (15), 1938.
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I am rich like the black fat Earth. I nourish the things that suck. The sucker knows not what he gets. Yet: The good old Earth had not rebelled when they ravaged the land, eroded the soil, cut every tree in the forest. The land was covered with sand when the soil was gone. They never gave back to the land; Does the litter return what it sucked? They took my knowledge To heal the soul of the sick, And the tool I built to capture the very essence of God. And they took my name and wrapped it around their necks, For protection against the icy cold which chilled their aching flesh. They did not take the grace of love and care. They had no eyes to see, Nor hands to touch: No sense to live the grace. They merely ravaged the land. And Mother Earth did not rebel, Nor did she shake off the lot. She only covered herself with grief where the crowd had dwelled. The good rich soil, once fat and yielding, Had gone, Because they never returned the grace. They had no souls: They gave to get – – They learned to earn – – They worshipped to gain – – They never, never reached out into space with arms or heart or brain. The motion of yearn was gone from their chests except to GET. Their lips could not kiss, Their smile was frozen to grin. This is what they called their “sin,” To be freed from which They had nailed their redeemer to the cross of the witch. —Wilhelm Reich (1953), "The Murder of Christ: The Emotional Plague of Mankind," New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux.
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Lonesome and lonely I am – – Yet rich and amidst all of them. Silence engulfs my domain, Yet in every one’s words I am. Oh, give me a friend Who does not request The endless safety of my name. Who helps to finish my struggle For the infant to come. Who has not imprinted The plague on his face, And despair in his glance. Who will play fair in this game Of Vision through fog, Of hope in despair And courage in fear. Within, yet without – – Piercing the mask of the fake, To detect the hope in the lout. —Wilhelm Reich (1953), "The Murder of Christ: The Emotional Plague of Mankind," New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux.
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Thoughts of import Are built like cathedrals, Reaching high into the sky As if to fly. Onward they urge From the depth of the brine Pregnant with surge Of ever greater design. Let’s burst open the sky Let’s reach for the stars Let’s ring out the cry Transcending all bars. —Wilhelm Reich (1957), "Contact With Space: Oranur, Second Report, 1951-1956," New York: Core Pilot Press.
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Mothers were sitting at water springs, dancing, singing, gently caressing their children, guiding them into the currents of Life. . . . Ocean waves gently rushed at beaches of a peaceful world. . . . Men and women drank the joy of Living from the movements of their limbs and their melodies into the eternities. Children’s laughter sounded in exuberance of voices filled with gayety and delight. Joyful glances in young men’s eyes, regleamed in smiling faces of maidens gay with love and drunk with youth in tender bodies. Suddenly . . . . . . . a howling . . . . What a jowling! Never heard and never felt before, uninvited, perpetrated. . . . It was the plague that penetrated: Stiffened faces, Falsehood’s grinning, Tired arms and deadened loins, Weeping cheeks and dulled-out gazing, Hardened backs, polite in bowing; Bodies bare of love, Wanting bare of will, Longing bare of sensing, Fighting bare of victories, Martyrdom of marriage torture. . . . Moaning, Groaning, Children’s screaming, agonies. . . . Murder, misery and crooked thinking. . . . Cowards’ gallows and parades, Marching, medals, rotting corpses; What a scrambling idiocy, hunting, tripping, nightmare fooling. . . . Woe to Men a million fold. . . . —Wilhelm Reich (1953), "The Murder of Christ: The Emotional Plague of Mankind," New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux.
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OH, LIFE ETERNAL . . . WITH THE BEING OF THE STARS — FOREGO THY MERCY WITH THY KILLER . . . SPEND THY LOVE ON THE NEWLY BORN OF MAN AND ANIMAL AND PLANT . . . RETURN MAN HOME IN THY PEACEFUL GARDENS. LET, LIFE, THY GRACE ONCE MORE POUR OVER THE FORSAKEN SOULS . . . FULFILL THY TOWERING POWER. —Wilhelm Reich (1953), "The Murder of Christ: The Emotional Plague of Mankind," New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux.
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Our Love-Life who art from heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, On earth as it is in heaven, Give us this day our daily bread; And forgive us our guilt, As we also have forgiven our debtors And lead us not into distortion of love But deliver us from our perversions. —Wilhelm Reich (1953), "The Murder of Christ: The Emotional Plague of Mankind," New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux.
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Wir sind die Zukunft — tragen die Hoffnung aller Bedrückten dieser Welt! Freiheit kann keiner für uns schaffen — Ziel unsrer Arbeit sind wir selbst! Jungen und Mädchen — heran! Lebt euer Leben klar voran! Schüret die Flammen unseres Willens, niemals der Knechtschaft gefügig zu sein! Pflanzet die Kräfte der Lebensfreiheit tief in die Sinne der Menschen ein! Fort mit dem Spiesser! Weg mit dem Knechte! Leben soll nie mehr betrogen sein! Reisset kräftig das Steuer herüber — nehmt das Geschick in die eigne Hand! Jungen und Mädchen — heran! Tragt euer Leben klar voran! Schüret die Flammen unseres Willens, niemals der Dummheit gefügig zu sein! Pflanzet die Kräfte natürlicher Würde tief in die Körper der Menschen ein! Sprenget die Kriege! Jaget die Meute! Unser die Welt ist und unser das Lied — Unser das Glück ist und unser die Liebe — Unser das Kampfrecht, wenn man uns zwingt — Jungen und Mädchen — heran! Kämpft euer Leben klar voran! Schüret die Flammen unseres Willens, niemals der Lüge gefügig zu sein! Brecht auf die Quellen der Daseinsfreude! Schaffendes Leben! WIR SIND DEIN! —Wilhelm Reich (1938), "Zeitschrift für Politische Psychologie und Sexualöekonomie," Vol. 5, No. 1 (15).
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I have planted the banner of holy words in this world. Long after the palm tree has withered and the rock crumbled, long after the glittering monarchs have vanished like the dust of dried leaves, a thousand arks will carry my word through every flood: It will prevail. —Wilhelm Reich (1974), "Listen, Little Man!," translated by Ralph Manheim, New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Originally written in German, "Rede an den kleinen Mann," and published in English 1948.

about

T H I S album is an awareness-raising and a fund-raising musical collaboration of different artists bringing to life in song the words of Wilhelm Reich, one of the twentieth century's greatest thinkers, feelers and scientists: the goals being to present Wilhelm Reich’s work in a different medium than had been done previously so people who may not have encountered his work before, particularly those interested in music and poetry, could learn about his many vital contributions, and to gather funds for The Wilhelm Reich Infant Trust – this non-profit entity was established by Wilhelm Reich and charged with 1) operating Orgonon as the Wilhelm Reich Museum, 2) protecting, preserving and transmitting Wilhelm Reich’s scientific legacy to future generations, 3) safeguarding Wilhelm Reich’s Archives and 4) helping infants, children and adolescents –

for accurate/undistorted knowledge about Wilhelm Reich and his works and to make a tax-deductible donation to The Wilhelm Reich Infant Trust, refer to the WIlhelm Reich Museum website at wilhelmreichmuseum.org

gatefold cd is available via theredthreads@yahoo.com and includes poster insert with liner knotes and words (lyrics) by Wilhelm Reich and writings/arts by the participants –

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one of Wilhelm Reich’s significant contributions was to demonstrate how life energy must be suppressed in people for any authoritarian social order to produce and reproduce itself – this is accomplished in the first years of life primarily through the authoritarian family and also through institutions and ideologies such as education, religion, nationalism and commercialism – but alongside what Wilhelm Reich called the “emotional plague” of humynkind and its life-denying reactive tendencies and institutions, there exists life-affirmative active tendencies and grassroots organizations/cooperatives –

as folk music and rock ‘n’ roll have been central to the modern voice of resistance and the radical need for change on all levels of our planetary becoming, it makes sense at this point that this kind of musical expression could team up with writings from Wilhelm Reich and create a beautiful document of combined living truths and an unassuming introduction to the work of one of the twentieth century’s greatest thinkers, feelers and scientists – rock ‘n’ roll as an ethos and a practice has always been against the grain of authoritarian society and about revolt and rebellion, walking your own walk and talking your own talk – alternative, underground, rogue, maverick and independent are all words that could be used to describe the popular music of dissent and they could also be applied to Wilhelm Reich, who loved music and whose artistic and poetic spirit is made evident in his writings and paintings –

we feel this to be an apropos pairing, especially here and now, and it is our hope that this musical creation is received as simply and clearly as it was created: the combination of the words of someone deeply concerned with natural truth with the musical endeavors of those who have chosen, like Wilhelm Reich, to live their persynal truths –

we joyously thank: the artists who have participated in this project – they are kindred spirits on the path of the heart; HawK MotH for support; Bernd A. Laska for a copy of “Lied der Jugend”; I.C.G. for ongoing enthusiasm; life –

—excerpt from Four-beat Rhythm: The Writings of Wilhelm Reich liner knotes

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We find musical flesh being put onto the written words of Reich in the shape of the "Four-beat Rhythm" compilation. All the contributors offer exclusive material to this disc and it's a pretty wide-ranging mix of 'establisheds', 'lesser-knowns' and a very interesting comback from an artist forever linked with the sixties U.S. counterculture... Yesteryear's verse colliding with a scored background appears to be a rarely occurring concept... Hmmm...we could be on to something here!

—Steve Pescott terrascope.co.uk

Proceeding from dreamy, ambient rock drones with fingerpicked guitar and buried singing to straightforward yet moody hard rock–some almost rap-like. From heavily reverbed country-psych with guitar abstractions, to vocal ballads accompanied by violin lines and meandering synth washes. From shambling and rattling guitar picking and strumming with lo-fi background hum and female singing to noodling moody rock jams, not unlike Neil Old–or possibly even Neil Young. From ambient hover chock-full of mellow singing, synth, singing bowls, toy piano guts, guitar, bells, piano and organ accumulator to 4/4 beat synth damage techno rock with a delay pedal to garbled noise rock with layered stuttering and samples galore. The whole shebang comes packaged up in a lovely mini-LP gatefold jacket including a fold-out poster with Reich’s poems and copious liner notes from the participants.

—Garry Davis arcanecandy.com

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released December 29, 2013

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to the living memory of Wilhelm Reich; all contents © 2013 by Kreiselwelle Music and Workshop records except writings by Wilhelm Reich © 2013 by The Wilhelm Reich Infant Trust; all rights reserved © 2013; artfully mastered by Gary Hobish, A. Hammer Mastering; portrait of Wilhelm Reich by Zito, zitogallery.com; made on earth

to communicate with us about this project in any and all ways, send an email to theredthreads@yahoo.com

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When on quiet evenings after the day’s work I sit on the meadow outside the house with my beloved or my child, alert to the breathing of nature, then a song that I love rises up in me, the song of humanity and its future: “Seid umschlungen, Millionen ...” And then I implore this life to claim its rights and change the hearts of cruel or frightened men who unleash wars. They do it only because life has escaped them. And I hug my little boy, who says to me, “Father! The sun has gone away. Where has the sun gone? Will it come back soon?” And I say, “Yes, my boy, the sun will come back soon with its kindly warmth.”

—Wilhelm Reich (1974), "Listen, Little Man!," translated by Ralph Manheim, New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Originally written in German, "Rede an den kleinen Mann," and published in English 1948.

Music and pleasure always and forever, eternally young, beyond all generations.

—Wilhelm Reich (1994), "Beyond Psychology: Letters and Journals 1934-1939." edited by Mary Boyd Higgins, translated by Derek and Inge Jordan and Philip Schmitz, New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux.

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