Posted on 12/26/2002 1:04:06 PM PST by Helms
From Nietzsche:
Here it becomes necessary to call up a memory that must be a hundred times more painful to Germans. The Germans have destroyed for Europe the last great harvest of civilization that Europe was ever to reap--the Renaissance. Is it understood at last, will it ever be understood, what the Renaissance was?
The transvaluation of Christian values,--an attempt with all available means, all instincts and all the resources of genius to bring about a triumph of the opposite values, the more noble values. . . . This has been the one great war of the past; there has never been a more critical question than that of the Renaissance--it is my question too--; there has never been a form of attack more fundamental, more direct, or more violently delivered by a whole front upon the center of the enemy! To attack at the critical place, at the very seat of Christianity, and there enthrone the more noble values--that is to say, to insinuate them into the instincts, into the most fundamental needs and appetites of those sitting there . . . I see before me the possibility of a perfectly heavenly enchantment and spectacle :--it seems to me to scintillate with all the vibrations of a fine and delicate beauty, and within it there is an art so divine, so infernally divine, that one might search in vain for thousands of years for another such possibility; I see a spectacle so rich in significance and at the same time so wonderfully full of paradox that it should arouse all the gods on Olympus to immortal laughter--Caesar Borgia as pope! . . . Am I understood? . . . Well then, that would have been the sort of triumph that I alone am longing for today--: by it Christianity would have been swept away!--What happened? A German monk, Luther, came to Rome. This monk, with all the vengeful instincts of an unsuccessful priest in him, raised a rebellion against the Renaissance in Rome. . . .
The Renaissance--an event without meaning, a great futility !--Ah, these Germans, what they have not cost us! Futility--that has always been the work of the Germans.--The Reformation; Liebnitz; Kant and so-called German philosophy; the war of "liberation"; the empire-every time a futile substitute for something that once existed, for something irrecoverable . . .
These Germans, I confess, are my enemies: I despise all their uncleanliness in concept and valuation, their cowardice before every honest yea and nay. For nearly a thousand years they have tangled and confused everything their fingers have touched; they have on their conscience all the half-way measures, all the three-eighths-way measures, that Europe is sick of, . . .
Five Prefaces to Five Unwritten Books : Fourth Preface – 1872-Schopenhauer
In dear, vile Germany culture now lies so decayed in the streets, jealousy of all that is great rules so shamelessly, and the general tumult of those who race for "fortune" resounds so deafeningly, that one must have a strong faith, almost in the sense of credo quia absurdum est [I believe because it is absurd], to be able to hope still for a growing culture, and above all—publicly teaching in opposition to the "public opinion" of the press—to work for the same. Those in whose hearts lies the immortal care for the people, must free themselves by force from all the assailing impressions of that which is just now actual and valid, and evoke the appearance of reckoning them indifferent things. They must appear so, because they want to think, and because a loathsome sight and a confused noise, perhaps even mixed with the trumpet-flourishes of military glory, disturb their thinking, and above all, because they want to believe in the German character and because with this faith they would lose their strength. Do not find fault with these believers if they look from their distant aloofness and from the heights towards their promised land! They fear those experiences, to which the kindly disposed foreigner surrenders himself, when he lives among the Germans, and must be surprised how little German life corresponds to those great individuals, works and actions, which, in his kind disposition he has learned to revere as the true German character. Where the German cannot lift himself into the sublime he makes an impression less than the mediocre. Even the celebrated German scholarship, in which a number of the most useful domestic and homely virtues such as faithfulness, self-restriction, industry, moderation, cleanliness, appear transposed into a purer atmosphere and, as it were, transfigured, is by no means the result of these virtues; looked at closely, the driving motive to unlimited knowledge appears in Germany much more like a flaw, a defect, a gap, than an abundance of forces, it looks almost like the consequence of a wretched, formless, inactive life and even like a flight from the moral pedantry and malice to which the German without such diversions is subjected, and which also, in spite of that scholarship, indeed, still within scholarship itself, often break forth.
As the true virtuosi of philistinism the Germans are at home in narrowness of life, discerning and judging; if any one will carry them above themselves into the sublime, then they make themselves into the sublime, then they make themselves heavy as lead, and as such lead-weights they hang to their truly great men, in order to pull them down out of the ether to the level of their own necessitous indigence. Perhaps this philistine homeliness may be only the degeneration of a genuine German virtue—a profound submersion into the detail, the minute, the nearest and into the mysteries of the individual—but this virtue grown moldy is now worse than the most open vice, especially since one has now become conscious, with gladness of the heart, of this quality, even to literary self-glorification. Now the educated among the proverbially so cultured Germans and the philistines among the, as everybody knows, so uncultured Germans shake hands in public and agree with one another concerning the way in which henceforth one will have to write, compose poetry, paint, make music and even philosophize, indeed rule, so as neither to stand too much aloof from the culture of the one, nor to give offence to the "homeliness" of the other.
This they call now "the German culture of our times." Well, it is only necessary to inquire after the characteristic by which that "educated" person is to be recognized; now that we know that his foster-brother, the German philistine, makes himself known as such to all the world, without bashfulness, as it were, after innocence is lost.
The educated person nowadays is educated above all historically, by his historic consciousness he saves himself from the sublime in which the philistine succeeds by his "homeliness." No longer that enthusiasm which history inspires—as Goethe was allowed to suppose [Goethe: Maxims and Reflections, 495]—but just the blunting of all enthusiasm is now the goal of these admirers of the nil admirari, when they try to conceive everything historically; to them however we should exclaim: You are the fools of all centuries! History will make to you only those confessions which you are worthy to receive. The world has been at all times full of trivialities and nonentities; to your historic hankering just these and only these unveil themselves. By your thousands you may pounce upon an epoch—you will afterwards hunger as before and be allowed to boast of your sort of starved soundness. Illam ipsam quam iactant sanitatem non firmitate sed ieiunio consequuntur. Dialogus de oratoribus, chap. 23. [Dialogus de oratoribus, Tacitus: In Latin; In English] History has not thought fit to tell you anything that is essential, but scorning and invisible she stood by your side, slipping into this one's hand some state proceedings, into that one's an ambassadorial report, into another's a date or an etymology or a pragmatic cobweb. Do you really believe yourself able to reckon up history like an addition sum, and so you consider your common intellect and your mathematical education good enough for that? How it must vex you to hear, that others narrate things, out of the best known periods, which you still never conceive, never! If now to this "education," calling itself historic but destitute of enthusiasm, and to the hostile philistine activity, foaming with rage against all that is great, is added that third brutal and excited company of those who race after "fortune"—then that in summa results in such a confused shrieking and such a limb-dislocating turmoil that the thinker with stopped-up ears and blindfolded eyes flees into the most solitary wilderness,—where he may see, what those never will see, where he must hear sounds which rise to him out of all the depths of nature and come down to him from the stars. Here he confers with the great problems floating towards him, whose voices of course sound just as comfortless-awful, as unhistoric-eternal. The feeble person flees back from their cold breath, and the calculating one runs right through them without perceiving them. They deal worst, however, with the "educated man" who at times bestows great pains upon them. To him these phantoms transform themselves into conceptual cobwebs and hollow sound-figures. Grasping after them he imagines he has philosophy; in order to search for them he climbs about in the so-called history of philosophy—and when at last he has collected and piled up quite a cloud of such abstractions and stereotyped patterns, then it may happen to him that a real thinker crosses his path and—puffs them away. What a desperate annoyance indeed to meddle with philosophy as an—"educated person"! From time to time it is true it appears to him as if the impossible connection of philosophy with that which nowadays gives itself airs as "German culture"" has become possible; some mongrel dallies and ogles between the two spheres and confuses fantasy on this side and on the other. Meanwhile however one piece of advice is to be given to the Germans, if they do not wish to let themselves be confused. They may put to themselves the question about everything that they now call culture: is this the hoped for German culture, so serious and creative, so redeeming for the German mind, so purifying for the German virtues that their only philosopher in this century, Arthur Schopenhauer, should have to espouse its cause?
Here you have the philosopher—now search for the culture proper to him! And if you are able to divine what kind of culture that would have to be, which would correspond to such a philosopher, then you have, in this divination, already passed sentence on all your culture and on yourselves! —
Well, they have certainly corrected this with the concept of "total war" and "total annihilation" of peoples such as Jews and Roma (Gypsies).
Dude, the man was a genius. His father died of a brain malady , he was passively homosexual or at the very least homo erotic but probably contracted syphillis from a prostitute ( not unheard of)and his mental degeneration did not really affect his writings.
Urban legends do not equal reading his profound insights.
After all, we are living in the nihilist world he predicted.
The qword "ubermensch," translated variously as "overman" or "superman," sounded much like the superiority of the Aryan race. Nietzsche himself not only never put any such meaning into the "ubermensch," but, had he lived that long, would have dispised Nazis beyond any limit. It ia known that he developed some friction with his friend, Wagner, over the anti-Semitism of the latter. Nietzsche's sister, however, did have racist views.
Witness how people today form their perception of what the media feeds them, whether it be the Middle East or the Balkans. The masses do not read the original sources and absorb the prevailing sentiment. The same thing happened with Nietzsche's Ubermensch: it has been hijacked by the Nazis.
Nietzsche is not easy to understand, but it does not help if you approach him with feminists' cliches.
The Germans, of course, are the usual suspects where intellectual mischief is concerned, because they are, despite the protests from the Seine, smarter than the French. To the principal charge: that "the Germans have destroyed for Europe the last great harvest of civilization that Europe was ever to reap--the Renaissance," I say, not guilty because of reasonable doubt.
This was an Urban Myth quote. xJones needs to read some Kant too.
Great Philosophy has been replaced by aliens , ghosts and other simple metaphysics.
I do not know much about J. London as a person and have no knowledge at all to answer this question, sorry. You have made me curious, however, so I'll try to find out at some point.
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