The Birth of Tragedy / The Case of Wagner by
Friedrich Nietzsche
My rating:
4 of 5 stars
A used to read a lot of Nietzsche in my early 20s--almost obsessively, really. Just on outside of that I purchased this paperback compendium of basically his first and last work from the sadly gone
A Common Reader (R.I.P.). I finally gotten around to read it and it makes me want to once again read a lot of Nietzsche. This introductions and footnotes from the eminent, enlightening, and elucidating
Walter Kaufmann make this a translation and presentation worth seeking out. Kaufmann helps paint for me a troubled genius flung into academic heights and controversies suddenly while philosophizing during the
Franco-Prussian_War and to an audience steeped in the classics. I doubt I or most any reader has the familiarity with Greek literature and the evolution of the Greek stage dramatic arts to truly get these works. Kaufmann does a lot to fill in that gap.
I happened to read a fair amount of this in a Movie Tavern bar awaiting
The Avengers: Endgame and I can't help what the author of considerations like this would have thought of this decade-long arc:
... out of the original Titanic divine order of terror, the Olympian divine order of joy gradually evolved through the Apollinian impulse toward beauty, just as roses burst from thorny bushes. How else could this people, so sensitive, so vehement in its desires, so singularly capable of suffering , have endured existence, if it had not been revealed to them in their gods, surrounded with a higher glory?
The same impulse which calls art into being, as the complement and consummation of existence, seducing one to a continuation of life, was also the cause of the Olympian world which the Hellenic “will” made use of as a transfiguring mirror. Thus do the gods justify the life of man: they themselves live it—the only satisfactory theodicy! Existence under the bright sunshine of such gods is regarded as desirable in itself, and the real pain of Homeric men is caused by parting from it, especially by early parting: so that now, reversing the wisdom of Silenus, we might say of the Greeks that “to die soon is worst of all for them, the next worst—to die at all.”
This reading did much for me to see how the Apollinian (Kaufmann explains why this is a better translation) versus Dionysian is not a simplistic duality of opposites but a blending mix; more a yin and yang centered around a reverential and mystical view of music and the mythopoeic thought: a hypothetical stage of human thought (prior to scientific thought) that produces myths.
Perhaps we may touch on this fundamental problem by asking: what aesthetic effect results when the essentially separate art-forces, the Apollinian and the Dionysian, enter into simultaneous activity? Or more briefly: how is music related to image and concept? Schopenhauer, whom Richard Wagner, with special reference to this point, praises for an unsurpassable clearness and clarity of exposition, expresses himself most thoroughly on the subject in the following passage which I shall cite here at full length ( Welt als Wille und Vorstellung , I, p. 309 87 ): “According to all this, we may regard the phenomenal world, or nature, and music as two different expressions of the same thing, 88 which is therefore itself the only medium of their analogy, so that a knowledge of it is demanded in order to understand that analogy. Music, therefore, if regarded as an expression of the world, is in the highest degree a universal language, which is related indeed to the universality of concepts, much as they are related to the particular things. Its universality, however, is by no means that empty universality of abstraction, but of quite a different kind, and is united with thorough and experience and applicable to them all a priori , and yet are not abstract but perceptible and thoroughly determinate. All possible efforts, excitements, and manifestations of will, all that goes on in the heart of man and that reason includes in the wide, negative concept of feeling, may be expressed by the infinite number of possible melodies, but always in the universal, in the mere form, without the material, always according to the thing-in-itself, not the phenomenon, the inmost soul, as it were, of the phenomenon without the body. This deep relation which music has to the true nature of all things also explains the fact that suitable music played to any scene, action, event, or surrounding seems to disclose to us its most secret meaning, and appears as the most accurate and distinct commentary upon it. This is so truly the case that whoever gives himself up entirely to the impression of a symphony, seems to see all the possible events of life and the world take place in himself; yet it he reflects, he can find no likeness between the music and the things that passed before his mind. For, as we have said, music is distinguished from all the other arts by the fact that it is not a copy of the phenomenon, or, more accurately, of the adequate objectivity of the will, but an immediate copy of the will itself, and therefore complements everything physical in the world and every phenomenon by representing what is metaphysical, the thing in itself. We might, therefore, just as well call the world embodied music as embodied will; and this is the reason why music makes every painting, and indeed every scene of real life and of the world, at once appear with higher significance, certainly all the more, in proportion as its melody is analogous to the inner spirit of the given phenomenon. Therefore we are able to set a poem to music as a song, or a visible representation as a pantomime, or both as an opera. Such particular pictures of human life, set to the universal language of music, are never bound to it or correspond to it with stringent necessity; but they stand to it only in the relation of an example chosen at will to a general concept.
Here also, connections to
Arthur Schopenhauer which are clarified by Kaufmann. Much here resonates with me in the myth-respecting views of
C. G. Jung and
Joseph Campbell:
But without myth every culture loses the healthy natural power of its creativity: only a horizon defined by myths completes and unifies a whole cultural movement. Myth alone saves all the powers of the imagination and of the Apollinian dream from their aimless wanderings. The images of the myth have to be the unnoticed omnipresent demonic guardians, under whose care the young soul grows to maturity and whose signs help the man to interpret his life and struggles. Even the state knows no more powerful unwritten laws than the mythical foundation that guarantees its connection with religion and its growth from mythical notions.
By way of comparison let us now picture the abstract man, untutored by myth; abstract education; abstract morality; abstract law; the abstract state; let us imagine the lawless roving of the artistic imagination, unchecked by any native myth; let us think of a culture that has no fixed and sacred primordial site but is doomed to exhaust all possibilities and to nourish itself wretchedly on all other cultures—there we have the present age, the result of that Socratism which is bent on the destruction of myth. And now the mythless man stands eternally hungry, surrounded by all past ages, and digs and grubs for roots, even if he has to dig for them among the remotest antiquities. The tremendous historical need of our unsatisfied modern culture, the assembling around one of countless other cultures, the consuming desire for knowledge—what does all this point to, if not to the loss of myth, the loss of the mythical home, the mythical maternal womb? Let us ask ourselves whether the feverish and uncanny excitement of this culture is anything but the greedy seizing and snatching at food of a hungry man—and who would care to contribute anything to a culture that cannot be satisfied no matter how much it devours, and at whose contact the most vigorous and wholesome nourishment is changed into “history and criticism”?
Here the mystical appeal of music to Nietzsche and one of the passages that made me double-down and buy the ebook, too:
“The joy aroused by the tragic myth has the same origin as the joyous sensation of dissonance in music. The Dionysian, with its primordial joy experienced even in pain, is the common source of music and tragic myth.”
This is hints to one of the many misconceptions the Nazis has on Nietzsche and how much he would have loathed their co-opting his terminology for their
Degenerate Art Exhibition.
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