No More Learning

But what is
to be expected for art itself from the operation of
a form of art, the beginnings of which do not at
all lie in the aesthetic province; which has rather
stolen over from a half-moral sphere into the
artistic domain, and has been able only now and
then to delude us concerning this hybrid origin?
By what sap is this parasitic opera-concern
nourished, if not by that of true art? Must we
not suppose that the highest and indeed the truly
serious task of art—to free the eye from its glance
into the horrors of night and to deliver the
"subject" by the healing balm of appearance
from the spasms of volitional agitations—will
degenerate under the influence of its idyllic seduc-
tions and Alexandrine adulation to an empty
dissipating tendency, to pastime? What will
become of the eternal truths of the Dionysian
and Apollonian in such an amalgamation of styles
as I have exhibited in the character of the stilo-,
rappresentativo. i where music is regarded as the
servant, the text as the master, where music is com-
pared with the body, the text with the soul?
where at best the highest aim will be the realisa-
tion of a paraphrastic tone-painting, just as formerly
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abundant culture. It was to such a concord of
nature and the ideal, to an idyllic reality, that the
cultured man of the Renaissance suffered himself
to be led back by his operatic imitation of Greek
tragedy; he made use of this tragedy, as Dante
made use of Vergil, in order to be led up to the
gates of paradise: while from this point he went
on without assistance and passed over from an
imitation of the highest form of Greek art to a
“ restoration of all things,” to an imitation of man's
original art-world. What delightfully naïve hope-
fulness of these daring endeavours, in the very
heart of theoretical culture ! —solely to be ex-
plained by the comforting belief, that “man-in-
himself” is the eternally virtuous hero of the opera,
the eternally fluting or singing shepherd, who must
always in the end rediscover himself as such, if he
has at any time really lost himself; solely the fruit
of the optimism, which here rises like a sweetishly
seductive column of vapour out of the depth of the
Socratic conception of the world.
The features of the opera therefore do not by any
means exhibit the elegiac sorrow of an eternal loss,
but rather the cheerfulness of eternal rediscovery,
the indolent delight in an idyllic reality which one
can at least represent to one's self each moment
as real: and in so doing one will perhaps surmise
some day that this supposed reality is nothing but
a fantastically silly dawdling, concerning which
every one, who could judge it by the terrible earnest-
ness of true nature and compare it with the actual
primitive scenes of the beginnings of mankind,
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the phantom! Nevertheless one would err if one
thought it possible to frighten away merely by a
vigorous shout such a dawdling thing as the opera,
as if it were a spectre. He who would destroy
the opera must join issue with Alexandrine cheer-
fulness, which expresses itself so naïvely therein
concerning its favourite representation; of which
in fact it is the specific form of art. But what is
to be expected for art itself from the operation of
a form of art, the beginnings of which do not at
all lie in the æsthetic province; which has rather
stolen over from a half-moral sphere into the
artistic domain, and has been able only now and
then to delude us concerning this hybrid origin?
By what sap is this parasitic opera-concern
nourished, if not by that of true art? Must we
not suppose that the highest and indeed the truly
serious task of art—to free the eye from its glance
into the horrors of night and to deliver the
“subject” by the healing balm of appearance
from the spasms of volitional agitations—will
degenerate under the influence of its idyllic seduc-
tions and Alexandrine adulation to an empty
dissipating tendency, to pastime? What will
become of the eternal truths of the Dionysian
and Apollonian in such an amalgamation of styles
as I have exhibited in the character of the stilo
rappresentativo ? where music is regarded as the
servant, the text as the master, where music is com-
pared with the body, the text with the soul ?
where at best the highest aim will be the realisa-
tion of a paraphrastic tone-painting, just as formerly
in the New Attic Dithyramb? where music is com-


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pltteiy alienated from its true dignity of being, the
LHonysian mirror of the world, so that the only
thing left to it is, as a slave of phenomena, to imitate
the formal character thereof, and to excite an ex-
ternal pleasure in the play of lines and proportions.
On close observation, this fatal influence of the
opera on music is seen to coincide absolutely with
the universal development of modern music; the
optimism lurking in the genesis of the opera and
in the essence of culture represented thereby, has,
with alarming rapidity, succeeded in divesting
music of its Dionyso-cosmic mission and in im-
pressing on it a playfully formal and pleasurable
character: a change with which perhaps only the
metamorphosis of the ^Eschylean man into the
cheerful Alexandrine man could be compared.
If, however, in the exemplification herewith in-
dicated we have rightly associated the evanescence
of the Dionysian spirit with a most striking, but
hitherto unexplained transformation and degener-
ation of the Hellene—what hopes must revive in
us when the most trustworthy auspices guarantee
the reverse process, the gradual awakening of the
"i Dionysian spirit in our modern world! It is im-
possible for the divine strength of Herakles to lan-
guish for ever in voluptuous bondage to Omphale.
Out of the Dionysian root of the German spirit
a power has arisen which has nothing in common
with the primitive conditions of Socratic culture,
and can neither be explained nor excused thereby,
but is rather regarded by this culture as something
terribly inexplicable and overwhelmingly hostile,
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it, especially in its vast solar orbit from Bach tO/K . _
Beethoven, from Beethoven to Wagner. What
even under the most favourable circumstances can
the knowledge-craving Socratism of our days do
with this demon rising from unfathomable depths?
Neither by means of the zig-zag and arabesque
work of operatic melody, nor with the aid of the
arithmetical counting board of fugue and contra-
puntal dialectics is the formula to be found, in the
trebly powerful light * of which one could subdue
this demon and compel it to speak. What a
spectacle, when our aesthetes, with a net of
"beauty" peculiar to themselves, now pursue and
clutch at the genius of music romping about before
them with incomprehensible life, and in so doing
display activities which are not to be judged by
the standard of eternal beauty any more than by
the standard of the sublime. Let us but observe
these patrons of music as they are, at close range,
when they call out so indefatigably "beauty!
beauty! " to discover whether they have the
marks of nature's darling children who are fostered
and fondled in the lap of the beautiful, or whether
they do not rather seek a disguise for their own
rudeness, an aesthetical pretext for their own
unemotional insipidity: I am thinking here, for
instance, of Otto Jahn. But let the liar and the
hypocrite beware of our German music: for in
the midst of all our culture it is really the only
genuine, pure and purifying fire-spirit from which
and towards which, as in the teaching of the great
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Heraclitus of Ephesus, all things move in a double
orbit: all that we now call culture, education,
civilisation, must appear some day before the
unerring judge, Dionysus.
Let us recollect furthermore how Kant and
Schopenhauer made it possible for the spirit of
German philosophy streaming from the same
sources to annihilate the satisfied delight in ex-
istence of scientific Socratism by the delimitation
of the boundaries thereof; how through this
delimitation an infinitely profounder and more
serious view of ethical problems and of art was
inaugurated, which we may unhesitatingly desig-
nate as Dionysian wisdom comprised in concepts.
To what then does the mystery of this oneness of
German music and philosophy point, if not to a
new form of existence, concerning the substance
of which we can only inform ourselves presen-
tiently from Hellenic analogies? For to us who
stand on the boundary line between two different
forms of existence, the Hellenic prototype retains
the immeasurable value, that therein all these
transitions and struggles are imprinted in a
classically instructive form: except that we, as it
were, experience analogically in reverse order the
chief epochs of the Hellenic genius, and seem now,
for instance, to pass backwards from the Alex-
andrine age to the period of tragedy. At the
same time we have the feeling that the birth of a
tragic age betokens only a return to itself of the
German spirit, a blessed self-rediscovering after
excessive and urgent external influences have for
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helpless barbaric formlessness, to servitude under
their form. It may at last, after returning to the
primitive source of its being, venture to stalk
along boldly and freely before all nations without
hugging the leading-strings of a Romanic civilisa-
tion: if only it can learn implicitly of one people
—the Greeks, of whom to learn at all is itself a
high honour and a rare distinction. And when
did we require these highest of all teachers more
than at present, when we experience a re-birth of
tragedy and are in danger alike of not knowing
whence it comes, and of being unable to make
clear to ourselves whither it tends.
20.
It may be weighed some day before an
impartial judge, in what time and in what men
the German spirit has thus far striven most reso-
lutely to learn of the Greeks: and if we con-
fidently assume that this unique praise must
be accorded to the noblest intellectual efforts of
Goethe, Schiller, and Winkelmann, it will cer-
tainly have to be added that since their time, and
subsequently to the more immediate influences of
these efforts, the endeavour to attain to culture
and to the Greeks by this path has in an in-
comprehensible manner grown feebler and feebler.
In order not to despair altogether of the German
spirit, must we not infer therefrom that possibly,
in some essential matter, even these champions
could not penetrate into the core of the Hellenic
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friendly alliance between German and Greek cul-
ture? So that perhaps an unconscious perception
of this shortcoming might raise also in more
serious minds the disheartening doubt as to
whether after such predecessors they could ad-
vance still farther on this path of culture, or could
reach the goal at all. Accordingly, we see the
opinions concerning the value of Greek contribu-
tion to culture degenerate since that time in the
most alarming manner; the expression of com-
passionate superiority may be heard in the most
heterogeneous intellectual and non - intellectual
camps, and elsewhere a totally ineffective declama-
tion dallies with "Greek harmony," "Greek beauty,"
"Greek cheerfulness. " And in the very circles
whose dignity it might be to draw indefatigably
from the Greek channel for the good of German
culture, in the circles of the teachers in the higher
educational institutions, they have learned best to
compromise with the Greeks in good time and
on easy terms, to the extent often of a sceptical
abandonment of the Hellenic ideal and a total
perversion of the true purpose of antiquarian
studies. If there be any one at all in these
circles who has not completely exhausted himself
in the endeavour to be a trustworthy corrector of
old texts or a natural-history microscopist of
language, he perhaps seeks also to appropriate
Grecian antiquity "historically" along with other
antiquities, and in any case according to the
method and with the supercilious air of our
present cultured historiography. When, therefore,
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institutions has never perhaps been lower or
feebler than at present, when the "journalist," the
paper slave of the day, has triumphed over the
academic teacher in all matters pertaining to
culture, and there only remains to the latter the
often previously experienced metamorphosis of
now fluttering also, as a cheerful cultured butterfly,
in the idiom of the journalist, with the "light
elegance" peculiar thereto—with what painful
confusion must the cultured persons of a period
like the present gaze at the phenomenon (which
can perhaps be comprehended analogically only
by means of the profoundest principle of the
hitherto unintelligible Hellenic genius) of the
reawakening of the Dionysian spirit and the
re-birth of tragedy? Never has there been
another art-period in which so-called culture and
true art have been so estranged and opposed, as
is so obviously the case at present. We under-
stand why so feeble a culture hates true art; it
fears destruction thereby. But must not an
entire domain of culture, namely the Socratic-
Alexandrine, have exhausted its powers after
contriving to culminate in such a daintily-tapering
point as our present culture? When it was not
permitted to heroes like Goethe and Schiller to
break open the enchanted gate which leads into
the Hellenic magic mountain, when with their
most dauntless striving they did not get beyond
the longing gaze which the Goethean Iphigenia
cast from barbaric Tauris to her home across the
ocean, what could the epigones of such heroes
hope for, if the gate should not open to them
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saddealy o( its own accord, in 22 entirely differ-
ent position, quite oweHoc&ed in all endeavours of
culture hitherto— amidst the mystic tones of
reawakened tragic music
Let no one attempt to weaken our faith in an
impending re-birth of Hellenic antiquity; for in it
alone we find oar hope of a renovation and puri-
fication of the German spirit through the fire-
magic of music What else do we know of
amidst the present desolation and languor of
culture, which could awaken any comforting ex-
pectation for the future? We look in vain for
one single vigorously-branching root, for a speck
of fertile and healthy soil: there is dust, sand,
torpidness and languishing everywhere! Under
such circumstances a cheerless solitary wanderer
could choose for himself no better symbol than
the Knight with Death and the Devil, as Diirer
has sketched him for us, the mail-clad knight,
grim and stern of visage, who is able, unperturbed
by his gruesome companions, and yet hopelessly,
to pursue his terrible path with horse and hound
alone. Our Schopenhauer was such a Diirerian
knight: he was destitute of all hope, but he sought
the truth. There is not his equal.
But how suddenly this gloomily depicted wilder-
ness of our exhausted culture changes when the
Dionysian magic touches it! A hurricane seizes
everything decrepit, decaying, collapsed, and
stunted; wraps it whirlingly into a red cloud of
dust; and carries it like a vulture into the air.
Confused thereby, our glances seek for what has
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the golden light as from a depression, so full and
green, so luxuriantly alive, so ardently infinite.
Tragedy sits in the midst of this exuberance of
life, sorrow and joy, in sublime ecstasy; she listens
to a distant doleful song—it tells of the Mothers
of Being, whose names are: Wahn, Wille, Wehe*
—Yes, my friends, believe with me in Dionysian
life and in the re-birth of tragedy. The time of
the Socratic man is past: crown yourselves with
ivy, take in your hands the thyrsus, and do not
marvel if tigers and panthers lie down fawning
at your feet. Dare now to be tragic men, for
ye are to be redeemed! Ye are to accompany
the Dionysian festive procession from India to
Greece! Equip yourselves for severe conflict, but
believe in the wonders of your god!
21.
Gliding back from these hortative tones into
the mood which befits the contemplative man, I
repeat that it can only be learnt from the Greeks
what such a sudden and miraculous awakening of
tragedy must signify for the essential basis of a
people's life. It is the people of the tragic
mysteries who fight the battles with the Persians:
and again, the people who waged such wars
required tragedy as a necessary healing potion.
Who would have imagined that there was still
such a uniformly powerful effusion of the simplest
political sentiments, the most natural domestic
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instincts and the primitive manly delight in strife
in this very people after it had been shaken to its
foundations for several generations by the most
violent convulsions of the Dionysian demon? If
at every considerable spreading of the Dionysian
commotion one always perceives that the Dionys-
ian loosing from the shackles of the individual
makes itself felt first of all in an increased en-
croachment on the political instincts, to the
extent of indifference, yea even hostility, it is
certain, on the other hand, that the state-forming
Apollo is also the genius of the principium in-
dividuationis, and that the state and domestic
sentiment cannot live without an assertion of
individual personality. There is only one way
from orgasm for a people,—the way to Indian
Buddhism, which, in order to be at all endured
with its longing for nothingness, requires the rare
ecstatic states with their elevation above space,
time, and the individual; just as these in turn
demand a philosophy which teaches how to over-
come the indescribable depression of the inter-
mediate states by means of a fancy. With the
same necessity, owing to the unconditional
dominance of political impulses, a people drifts
into a path of extremest secularisation, the most
magnificent, but also the most terrible expression
of which is the Roman imperium,
Placed between India and Rome, and con-
strained to a seductive choice, the Greeks suc-
ceeded in devising in classical purity still a third
form of life, not indeed for long private use, but
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holds true in all things that those whom the gods
love die young, but, on the other hand, it holds
equally true that they then live eternally with the
gods. One must not demand of what is most
noble that it should possess the durable toughness
of leather; the staunch durability, which, for
instance, was inherent in the national character
of the Romans, does not probably belong to the
indispensable predicates of perfection. But if we
ask by what physic it was possible for the Greeks,
in their best period, notwithstanding the extra-
ordinary strength of their Dionysian and political
impulses, neither to exhaust themselves by ecstatic
brooding, nor by a consuming scramble for empire
and worldly honour, but to attain the splendid
mixture which we find in a noble, inflaming, and
contemplatively disposing wine, we must remember
the enormous power of tragedy, exciting, purifying,
and disburdening the entire life of a people; the
highest value of which we shall divine only when,
as in the case of the Greeks, it appears to us as
the essence of all the prophylactic healing forces,
as the mediator arbitrating between the strongest
and most inherently fateful characteristics of a
people.
Tragedy absorbs the highest musical orgasm
into itself, so that it absolutely brings music to
perfection among the Greeks, as among ourselves;
but it then places alongside thereof tragic myth
and the tragic hero, who, like a mighty Titan,
takes the entire Dionysian world on his shoulders.
and disburdens us thereof; while, on the other
hand, it is able by means of this same tragic
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r
myth, in the person of the tragic hero, to deliver
us from the intense longing for this existence, and
reminds us with warning hand of another exist-
ence and a higher joy, for which the struggling
hero prepares himself presentiently by his de-
struction, not by his victories. Tragedy sets a
gublime symbol, namely the myth between the
universal authority of its music and the receptive
Dionysian hearer, and produces in him the illusion
that music is only the most effective means for
the animation of the plastic world of myth.
Relying upon this noble illusion, she can now
move her limbs for the dithyrambic dance, and
abandon herself unhesitatingly to an orgiastic
feeling of freedom, in which she could not venture
to indulge as music itself, without this illusion.
The myth protects us from the music, while, on
the other hand, it alone gives the highest freedom
thereto. By way of return for this service, music
imparts to tragic myth such an impressive and
convincing metaphysical significance as could
never be attained by word and image, without
this unique aid; and the tragic spectator in par-
ticular experiences thereby the sure presentiment
of supreme joy to which the path through destruc-
tion and negation leads; so that he thinks he
hears, as it were, the innermost abyss of things
speaking audibly to him.
If in these last propositions I have succeeded
in giving perhaps only a preliminary expres-
sion, intelligible to few at first, to this difficult
representation, I must not here desist from
stimulating my friends to a further attempt, or




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cease from beseeching them to prepare themselves,
by a detached example of our common experience,
for the perception of the universal proposition.
In this example I must not appeal to those who
make use of the pictures of the scenic processes,
the words and the emotions of the performers, in
order to approximate thereby to musical perception;
for none of these speak music as their mother-
tongue, and, in spite of the aids in question, do
not get farther than the precincts of» musical
perception, without ever being allowed to touch
its innermost shrines; some of them, like
Gervinus, do not even reach the precincts by this
path. I have only to address myself to those
who, being immediately allied to music, have it
as it were for their mother's lap, and are connected
with things almost exclusively by unconscious
musical relations. I ask the question of these
genuine musicians: whether they can imagine a
man capable of hearing the third act of Tristan
und Isolde without any aid of word or scenery,
purely as a vast symphonic period, without
expiring by a spasmodic distention of all the
wings of the soul? A man who has thus, so to
speak, put his ear to the heart-chamber of the
cosmic will, who feels the furious desire for ex-
istence issuing therefrom as a thundering stream
or most gently dispersed brook, into all the veins
of the world, would he not collapse all at once?
Could he endure, in the wretched fragile tenement
of the human individual, to hear the re-echo of
countless cries of joy and sorrow from the "vast
void of cosmic night," without flying irresistibly
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towards his primitive home at the sound of this
pastoral dance-song of metaphysics? But if, never-
theless, such a work can be heard as a whole,
without a renunciation of individual existence, if
such a creation could be created without demolish-
ing its creator—where are we to get the solution
of this contradiction?
Here there interpose between our highest
musical excitement and the music in question the
tlSSiC_rQyth and the tragic hero—in reality only
as_sy. mbols of the most universal facts, of which
music_aJfiLne can j>peak directly^. If, however, we
felt as purely Dionysian beings, myth as a symbol
would stand by us absolutely ineffective and
unnoticed, and would never for a moment prevent
us from giving ear to the re-echo of the universalia
ante rem. Here, however, the Apollonian power,
with a view to the restoration of the well-nigh
shattered individual, bursts forth with the healing
balm of a blissful illusion: all of a sudden we im-
agine we see only Tristan, motionless, with hushed
voice saying to himself: " the old tune, why does it
wake me? " And what formerly interested us like
a hollow sigh from the heart of being, seems now
only to tell us how " waste and void is the sea. "
And when, breathless, we thought to expire by a
convulsive distention of all our feelings, and only
a slender tie bound us to our present existence,
we now hear and see only the hero wounded to
death and still not dying, with his despairing
cry: " Longing! Longing! In dying still longing!
for longing not dying! " And if formerly, after
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agonies, the jubilation of the born rent our hearts
almost like the very acme of agony, the rejoic-
ing Kurwenal now stands between us and the
"jubilation as such," with face turned toward the
ship which carries Isolde. However powerfully
fellow-suffering encroaches upon us, it nevertheless
delivers us in a manner from the primordial
suffering of the world, just as the symbol-image
of the myth delivers us from the immediate per-
ception of the highest cosmic idea, just as the
thought and word deliver us from the unchecked
effusion of the unconscious will. The glorious
Apollonian illusion makes it appear as if the very
realm of tones presented itself to us as a plastic
cosmos, as if even the fate of Tristan and Isolde
had been merely formed and moulded therein
as out of some most delicate and impressible
material.
Thus does the Apollonian wrest us from
JMonysian nniversality and fill us with rapture for
individuals; to these it rivets our sympathetic
emotion, through these it satisfies the sense of
beauty which longs for great and sublime forms;
it brings before us biographical portraits, and
incites us to a thoughtful apprehension of the
essence of life contained therein. With the
immense potency of the image, the concept, the
ethical teaching and the sympathetic emotion—
the Apollonian influence uplifts man from his
orgiastic self-annihilation, and . beguiles him con-
cerning the universality of the Dionysian process
into the belief that he is seeing a detached picture
of the world, for instance, Tristan and Isolde,

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and that, through music, he will be enabled to
see it still more clearly and intrinsically. What
can the healing magic of Apollo not accom-
plish when it can even excite in us the illusion
that the Dionysian is actually in the service
of the Apollonian, the effects of which it is
capable of enhancing; yea, that music is essen-
tially the representative art for an Apollonian
substance ?
With the pre-established harmony which obtains
between perfect drama and its music, the drama
attains the highest degree of conspicuousness, such
as is usually unattainable in mere spoken drama.
As all the animated figures of the scene in the
independently evolved lines of melody simplify
themselves before us to the distinctness of the
catenary curve, the coexistence of these lines is
also audible in the harmonic change which sym-
pathises in a most delicate manner with the evolved
process: through which change the relations of
things become immediately perceptible to us in
a sensible and not at all abstract manner, as we
likewise perceive thereby that it is only in these
relations that the essence of a character and of a
line of melody manifests itself clearly. And while
music thus compels us to see more extensively and
more intrinsically than usual, and makes us spread
out the curtain of the scene before ourselves like
some delicate texture, the world of the stage is
as infinitely expanded for our spiritualised, intro-
spective eye as it is illumined outwardly from
within. How can the word-poet furnish anything
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^
pansion and illumination of the visible stage-world
by a much more imperfect mechanism and an
indirect path, proceeding as he does from word
and concept? Albeit musical tragedy likewise
avails itself of the word, it is at the same time able
to place alongside thereof its basis and source, and
can make the unfolding of the word, from within
outwards, obvious to us.
Of the process just set forth, however, it could
still be said as decidedly that it is only a glorious
appearance, namely the afore-mentioned Apollonian
illusion, through the influence of which we are to
be delivered from the Dionysian obtrusion and
excess. In point of fact, the relation of music
to drama is precisely the reverse; jmjsjc. Js-. the. !
adequate idea of the world, drama is but the
jreflex of this idea, a detached umbrage thereof.
The identity between the line of melody and
the living form, between the harmony and the
character-relations of this form, is true in a sense
antithetical to what one would suppose on the
contemplation of musical tragedy. We may
agitate and enliven the form in the most con-
spicuous manner, and enlighten it from within, but
it still continues merely phenomenon, from which
there is no bridge to lead us into the true reality,
into the heart of the world. Music, however,
speaks out of this heart; and though countless
phenomena of the kind might be passing manifes-
tations of this music, they could never exhaust its
essence, but would always be merely its externalised
copies Of course, as regards the intricate relation
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while all may be confused by the popular and
thoroughly false antithesis of soul and body; but
the unphilosophical crudeness of this antithesis
seems to have become—who knows for what
reasons—a readily accepted Article of Faith
with our aestheticians, while they have learned
nothing concerning an antithesis of phenomenon
and thing-in-itself, or perhaps, for reasons equally
unknown, have not cared to learn anything
thereof.
Should it have been established by our analysis
that the Apollonian element in tragedy has by
means of its illusion gained a complete victory
over the Dionysian primordial element of music,
and has made music itself subservient to its end,
namely, the highest and clearest elucidation of the
drama, it would certainly be necessary to add
the very important restriction: that at the most
essential point this Apollonian illusion is dissolved
and annihilated. The drama, which, by the aid of
music, spreads out before us with such inwardly
illumined distinctness in all its movements and
figures, that we imagine we see the texture unfold-
ing on the loom as the shuttle flies to and fro,—
. attains, as a whole an effect which transcends all
Apollonian, artistic effects. _ In the . collective effe£t„
of tragedy^ the Dionysian gets, the upper hand
once more; tragedy ends with a sound which
could never emanate from the realm of Apollonian
art. And the Apollonian illusion is thereby found
to be what it is,—the assiduous veiling during the
performance of tragedy of the intrinsically Diony-
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finally forces the Apollonian drama itself into a
sphere where it begins to talk with Dionysian
wisdom, and even denies itself and its Apollonian
conspicuousness. Thus, then the intricate relation
of the Apollonian and the Dionysian in tragedy
must really be symbolised by a fraternal union of
the two deities: Dionysus speaks the language of
Apollo; Apollo, however, finally speaks the lan-
guage of Dionysus; and so the highest goal of
tragedy and of art in general is attained.
22.
Let the attentive friend picture to himself purely
and simply, according to his experiences, the effect
of a true musical tragedy. I think I have so por-
trayed the phenomenon of this effect in both its
phases that he will now be able to interpret his
own experiences. For he will recollect that with
regard to the myth which passed before him he
felt himself exalted to a kind of omniscience, as if
his visual faculty were no longer merely a surface
faculty, but capable of penetrating into the interior,
and as if he now saw before him, with the aid of
music, the ebullitions of the will, the conflict of
motives, and the swelling stream of the passions,
almost sensibly visible, like a plenitude of actively
moving lines and figures, and. cauld thereby dip into
the most tender secrets of unconscious emotions.
While he thus becomes conscious of the highest
exaltation of his instincts for conspicuousness and
transfiguration, he nevertheless feels with equal
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definitiveness that this long series of Apollonian
artistic effects still does not generate the blissful
continuance in will-less contemplation which the
plasticist and the epic poet, that is to say, the
strictly Apollonian artists, produce in him by their
artistic productions: to wit, the justification of the
world of the individuatio attained in this contempla-
tion,—which is the object and essence of Apollonian
art. He beholds the transfigured world of the stage
and nevertheless denies it. He sees before him the
tragic hero in epic clearness and beauty, and never-
theless delights in his annihilation. He compre-
hends the incidents of the scene in all their details,
and yet loves to flee into the incomprehensible.
He feels the actions of the hero to be justified, and
is nevertheless still more elated when these actions
annihilate their originator. He shudders at the
sufferings which will befall the hero, and yet antici-
pates therein a higher and much more overpowering
joy. He sees more extensively and profoundly
than ever, and yet wishes to be blind. Whence
must we derive this curious internal dissension,
this collapse of the Apollonian apex, if not from
the Dionysian spell, which, though apparently
stimulating the Apollonian emotions to their high-
est pitch, can nevertheless force this superabundance
of Apollonian power into its service ? Tragic mythe
is to be understood only as a symbolisation of
Dionysian wisdom by means of the expedients of
Apollonian art: the mythus conducts the world
of phenomena to its boundaries, where it denies
itself, and seeks to flee back again into the bosom
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169
Isolde, seems to strike up its metaphysical swan-
song :
In des Wonnemeeres
wogendem Schwall,
in der Duft-Wellen
tönendem Schall,
in des Weltathems
wehendem All-
ertrinken-versinken-
unbewusst-höchste Lust! *
We thus realise to ourselves in the experiences
of the truly æsthetic hearer the tragic artist him-
self when he proceeds like a luxuriously fertile
divinity of individuation to create his figures (in
which sense his work can hardly be understood as
an“ imitation of nature")—and when, on the other
hand, his vast Dionysian impulse then absorbs the
entire world of phenomena, in order to anticipate
beyond it, and through its annihilation, the highest
artistic primal joy, in the bosom of the Primordial
Unity. Of course, our æsthetes have nothing to
say about this return in fraternal union of the two
art-deities to the original home, nor of either the
Apollonian or Dionysian excitement of the hearer,
* In the sea of pleasure's
Billowing roll,
In the ether-waves
Knelling and toll,
In the world-breath's
Wavering whole-
To drown in, go down in-
Lost in swoon-greatest boon!


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while they are indefatigable in characterising the
struggle of the hero with fate, the triumph of the
moral order of the world, or the disburdenment of
the emotions through tragedy, as the properly
Tragic: an indefatigableness which makes me think
that they are perhaps not aesthetically excitable
men at all, but only to be regarded as moral
beings when hearing tragedy. Never since Aris-
totle has an explanation of the tragic effect been
proposed, by which an aesthetic activity of the
hearer could be inferred from artistic circumstances.
At one time fear and pity are supposed to be forced
to an alleviating discharge through the serious pro-
cedure, at another time we are expected to feel
elevated and inspired at the triumph of good and
noble principles, at the sacrifice of the hero in the
interest of a moral conception of things; and how-
ever certainly I believe that for countless men
precisely this, and only this, is the effect of tragedy,
it as obviously follows therefrom that all these,
together with their interpreting aesthetes, have had
no experience of tragedy as the highest art. The
pathological discharge, the catharsis of Aristotle,
which philologists are at a loss whether to include
under medicinal or moral phenomena, recalls a
remarkable anticipation of Goethe. "Without a
lively pathological interest," he says, " I too have
never yet succeeded in elaborating a tragic situation
of any kind, and hence I have rather avoided than
sought it. Can it perhaps have been still another
of the merits of the ancients that the deepest
pathos was with them merely aesthetic play,
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operate in order to produce such a work?
" We
can now answer in the affirmative this latter pro-
found question after our glorious experiences, in
which we have found to our astonishment in the
case of musical tragedy itself, that the deepest
pathos can in reality be merely aesthetic play: and
therefore we are justified in believing that now for
the first time the proto-phenomenon of the tragic
can be portrayed with some degree of success. He
who now will still persist in talking only of those
vicarious effects proceeding from ultra-aesthetic
spheres, and does not feel himself raised above
the pathologically-moral process, may be left to
despair of his aesthetic nature: for which we re-
commend to him, by way of innocent equivalent,
the interpretation of Shakespeare after the fashion
of Gervinus, and the diligent search for poetic
justice.
Thus with the re-birth of tragedy the cesthetic
hearer is also born anew, in whose place in the
theatre a curious quid pro quo was wont to sit |
with half-moral and half-learned pretensions,—the
"critic. " In his sphere hitherto everything has
been artificial and merely glossed over with a
semblance of life. The performing artist was in
fact at a loss what to do with such a critically
comporting hearer, and hence he, as well as the
dramatist or operatic composer who inspired him,
searched anxiously for the last remains of life in
a being so pretentiously barren and incapable of
enjoyment. Such " critics," however, have hitherto
constituted the public; the student, the school-
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were already unwittingly prepared by education
and by journals for a similar perception of works
of art. The nobler natures among the artists
counted upon exciting the moral-religious forces
in such a public, and the appeal to a moral order
of the world operated vicariously, when in reality
some powerful artistic spell should have enraptured
the true hearer. Or again, some imposing or at
all events exciting tendency of the contemporary
political and social world was presented by the
dramatist with such vividness that the hearer could
forget his critical exhaustion and abandon himself
to similar emotions, as, in patriotic or warlike
moments, before the tribune of parliament, or at
the condemnation of crime and vice:—an estrange-
ment of the true aims of art which could not but
lead directly now and then to a cult of tendency.
But here there took place what has always taken
place in the case of factitious arts, an extraordinary
rapid depravation of these tendencies, so that for
instance the tendency to employ the theatre as a
means for the moral education of the people,
which in Schiller's time was taken seriously, is
already reckoned among the incredible antiquities
of a surmounted culture. While the critic got
the upper hand in the theatre and concert-hall,
the journalist in the school, and the press in society,
art degenerated into a topic of conversation of the
most trivial kind, and aesthetic criticism was used
as the cement of a vain, distracted, selfish and
moreover piteously unoriginal sociality, the sig-
nificance of which is suggested by the Schopen-
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has never been so much gossip about art and so
little esteem for it. But is it still possible to
have intercourse with a man capable of conversing
on Beethoven or Shakespeare? Let each answer
this question according to his sentiments: he will \
at any rate show by his answer his conception of
"culture," provided he tries at least to answer the
question, and has not already grown mute with
astonishment.
On the other hand, many a one more nobly
and delicately endowed by nature, though he may
have gradually become a critical barbarian in the
manner described, could tell of the unexpected as
well as totally unintelligible effect which a success-
ful performance of Lohengrin, for example, exerted
on him: except that perhaps every warning and
interpreting hand was lacking to guide him; so
that the incomprehensibly heterogeneous and alto-
gether incomparable sensation which then affected
him also remained isolated and became extinct,
like a mysterious star after a brief brilliancy. He
then divined what the aesthetic hearer is.
23.
He who wishes to test himself rigorously as to
how he is related to the true aesthetic hearer, or
whether he belongs rather to the community of
the Socrato-critical man, has only to enquire
sincerely concerning the sentiment with which he
accepts the wonder represented on the stage:
whether he feels his historical sense, which insists
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whether with benevolent concession he as it were
admits the wonder as a phenomenon intelligible
to childhood, but relinquished by him, or whether
he experiences anything else thereby. For he
will thus be enabled to determine how far he is
on the whole capable of understanding myth, that
is to say, the concentrated picture of the world,
which, as abbreviature of phenomena, cannot
dispense with wonder. It is probable, however,
that nearly every one, upon close examination,
feels so disintegrated by the critico-historical spirit
of our culture, that he can only perhaps make the
former existence of myth credible to himself by
learned means through intermediary abstractions.
Without myth, however, every culture loses its
healthy creative natural power: it is only a horizon
encompassed with myths which rounds off to
unity a social movement. It is only by myth
that all the powers of the imagination and of the
Apollonian dream are freed from their random
rovings. The mythical figures have to be the
invisibly omnipresent genii, under the care of
which the young soul grows to maturity, by the
signs of which the man gives a meaning to his life
and struggles: and the state itself knows no
more powerful unwritten law than the mythical
foundation which vouches for its connection with
religion and its growth from mythical ideas.
Let us now place alongside thereof the abstract
man proceeding independently of myth, the
abstract education, the abstract usage, the abstract
right, the abstract state: let us picture to our-
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175
not bridled by any native myth: let us imagine
a culture which has no fixed and sacred primitive
seat, but is doomed to exhaust all its possibilities,
and has to nourish itself wretchedly from the other'
cultures—such is the Present, as the result of;
Socratism, which is bent on the destruction of;
myth. And now the myth-less man remains'
eternally hungering among all the bygones, and
digs and grubs for roots, though he have to dig
for them even among the remotest antiquities.
The stupendous historical exigency of the un-
satisfied modern culture, the gathering around one
of countless other cultures, the consuming desire j
for knowledge—what does all this point to, if'
not to the loss of myth, the loss of the mythical
home, the mythical source? Let us ask ourselves
whether the feverish and so uncanny stirring of
this culture is aught but the eager seizing and
snatching at food of the hungerer—and who would
care to contribute anything more to a culture
which cannot be appeased by all it devours, and
in contact with which the most vigorous and
wholesome nourishment is wont to change into
"history and criticism "?
We should also have to regard our German
character with despair and sorrow, if it had already
become inextricably entangled in, or even identical
with this culture, in a similar manner as we can
observe it to our horror to be the case in civilised
France; and that which for a long time was the
great advantage of France and the cause of her vast
preponderance, to wit, this very identity of people
and culture, might compel us at the sight thereof
.
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to congratulate ourselves that this culture of ours,
which is so questionable, has hitherto had nothing
in common with the noble kernel of the character
of our people All our hopes, on the contrary,
stretch out longingly towards the perception that
beneath this restlessly palpitating civilised life
and educational convulsion there is concealed a
glorious, intrinsically healthy, primeval power,
which, to be sure, stirs vigorously only at intervals
in stupendous moments, and then dreams on again
in view of a future awakening. It is from this
abyss that the German Reformation came forth:
in the choral-hymn of which the future melody of
German music first resounded. So deep, courage-
ous, and soul-breathing, so exuberantly good and
tender did this chorale of Luther sound,—as the
first Dionysian-luring call which breaks forth from
dense thickets at the approach of spring. To it
responded with emulative echo the solemnly
wanton procession of Dionysian revellers, to whom
we are indebeted for German music—and to whom
we shall be indebted for tJie re-birth of German
myth.
I know that I must now lead the sympathising
and attentive friend to an elevated position of
lonesome contemplation, where he will have but
few companions, and I call out encouragingly
to him that we must hold fast to our shining
guides, the Greeks. For the rectification of our
aesthetic knowledge we previously borrowed from
them the two divine figures, each of which sways
a separate realm of art, and concerning whose
mutual contact and exaltation we have acquired
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a notion through Greek tragedy. Through a
remarkable disruption of both these primitive
artistic impulses, the ruin of Greek tragedy seemed
to be necessarily brought about: with which
process a degeneration and a transmutation of the
Greek national character was strictly in keeping,
summoning us to earnest reflection as to how
closely and necessarily art and the people, myth
and custom, tragedy and the state, have coalesced
in their bases. The ruin of tragedy was at the
same time the ruin of myth. Until then the
Greeks had been involuntarily compelled immedi-
ately to associate all experiences with their myths,
indeed they had to comprehend them only through
this association: whereby even the most immedi-
ate present necessarily appeared to them sub specie
CBterni and in a certain sense as timeless. Into
this current of the timeless, however, the state
as well as art plunged in order to find repose
from the burden and eagerness of the moment.
And a people—for the rest, also a man—is worth
just as much only as its ability to impress on its
experiences the seal of eternity: for it is thus, as
it were, desecularised, and reveals its unconscious
inner conviction of the relativity of time and of
the true, that is, the metaphysical significance of
life. The contrary happens when a people begins
to comprehend itself historically and to demolish
the mythical bulwarks around it: with which there
is usually connected a marked secularisation, a
breach with the unconscious metaphysics of its
earlier existence, in all ethical consequences.
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above all the annihilation of myth: it was
necessary to annihilate these also to be able to
live detached from the native soil, unbridled in
the wilderness of thought, custom, and action.
Even in such circumstances this metaphysical
impulse still endeavours to create for itself a form
of apotheosis (weakened, no doubt) in the Socratism
of science urging to life: but on its lower stage
this same impulse led only to a feverish search,
which gradually merged into a pandemonium of
myths and superstitions accumulated from all
quarters: in the midst of which, nevertheless, the
Hellene sat with a yearning heart till he contrived,
as Graeculus, to mask his fever with Greek cheer-
fulness and Greek levity, or to narcotise himself
completely with some gloomy Oriental superstition.
We have approached this condition in the most
striking manner since the reawakening of the
Alexandro - Roman antiquity in the fifteenth
century, after a long, not easily describable, inter-
lude. On the heights there is the same ex-
uberant love of knowledge, the same insatiate
happiness of the discoverer, the same stupendous
secularisation, and, together with these, a homeless
roving about, an eager intrusion at foreign tables,
a frivolous deification of the present or a dull
senseless estrangement, all sub sped sceculi, of the
present time: which same symptoms lead one to
infer the same defect at the heart of this culture,
the annihilation of myth. It seems hardly
possible to transplant a foreign myth with perman-
ent success, without dreadfully injuring the tree
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occasionally strong enough and sound enough to
eliminate the foreign element after a terrible
struggle; but must ordinarily consume itself in
a languishing and stunted condition or in sickly
luxuriance. Our opinion of the pure and vigorous
kernel of the German being is such that we
venture to expect of it, and only of it, this elimina-
tion of forcibly ingrafted foreign elements, and we
deem it possible that the German spirit will reflect
anew on itself. Perhaps many a one will be of
opinion that this spirit must begin its struggle
with the elimination of the Romanic element: for
which it might recognise an external preparation
and encouragement in the victorious bravery and
bloody glory of the late war, but must seek the
inner constraint in the emulative zeal to be for
ever worthy of the sublime protagonists on this
path, of Luther as well as our great artists and
poets. But let him never think he can fight such
battles without his household gods, without his
mythical home, without a "restoration" of all
German things! And if the German should look
timidly around for a guide to lead him back to
his long-lost home, the ways and paths of which
he knows no longer—let him but listen to the
delightfully luring call of the Dionysian bird,
which hovers above him, and would fain point
out to him the way thither.
24.
Among the peculiar artistic effects of musical \
tragedy we had to emphasise an Apollonian
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immediate oneness with the Dionysian music,
while our musical excitement is able to discharge
itself on an Apollonian domain and in an inter-
posed visible middle world. It thereby seemed to
us that precisely through this discharge the middle
world of theatrical procedure, the drama generally,
became visible and intelligible from within in a
degree unattainable in the other forms of Apol-
lonian art: so that here, where this art was as it
were winged and borne aloft by the spirit of
music, we had to recognise the highest exaltation
of its powers, and consequently in the fraternal
union of Apollo and Dionysus the climax of the
Apollonian as well as of the Dionysian artistic
aims.
Of course, the Apollonian light-picture did not,
precisely with this inner illumination through
music, attain the peculiar effect of the weaker
grades of Apollonian art. What the epos and
the animated stone can do—constrain the con-
templating eye to calm delight in the world of
the individuatio—could not be realised here, not-
withstanding the greater animation and distinct-
ness. We contemplated the drama and penetrated
with piercing glance into its inner agitated world
of motives—and yet it seemed as if only a sym-
bolic picture passed before us, the profoundest
significance of which we almost believed we had
divined, and which we desired to put aside like a
curtain in order to behold the original behind it.
The greatest distinctness of the picture did not
suffice us: for it seemed to reveal as well as veil
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revelation, to invite the rending of the veil for
„the disclosure of the mysterious background, this
illumined all-conspicuousness itself enthralled the
eye and prevented it from penetrating more deeply.
He who has not experienced this,—to have to
view, and at the same time to have a longing
beyond the viewing,—will hardly be able to con-
ceive how clearly and definitely these two processes
coexist in the contemplation of tragic myth and
are felt to be conjoined; while the truly aesthetic
spectators will confirm my assertion that among
the peculiar effects of tragedy this conjunction is
the most noteworthy. Now let this phenomenon
of the aesthetic spectator be transferred to an
analogous process in the tragic artist, and the
genesis of tragic myth will have been understood.
It shares with the Apollonian sphere of art the
full delight in appearance and contemplation, and
at the same time it denies this delight and finds
a still higher satisfaction in the annihilation of the |
visible world of appearance. The substance of
tragic myth is first of all an epic event involving ^
the glorification of the fighting hero: but whence
originates the essentially enigmatical trait, that
the suffering in the fate of the hero, the most
painful victories, the most agonising contrasts of
motives, in short, the exemplification of the wisdom
of Silenus, or, aesthetically expressed, the Ugly
and Discordant, is always represented anew in such
countless forms with such predilection, and pre-
cisely in the most youthful and exuberant age of
a people, unless there is really a higher delight
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For the fact that things actually take such a
tragic course would least of all explain the origin
of a form of art; provided that art is not merely
an imitation of the reality of nature, but Hi truth
. a metaphysical supplement, ro tne reality of nature,
placed alongside thereof lor its conquest. Iragic
myth, in so far as it really belongs to art, also
fully participates in this transfiguring metaphysical
purpose of art in general: wtiat does it trans-
figure, however, when it presents the phenomenal
world in the guise of the suffering hero? Least
of all the "reality" of this phenomenal world, for
it says to us: "Look at this! Look carefully!
It is your life! It is the hour-hand of your clock
of existence! "
l And myth has displayed this life, in order
ithereby to transfigure it to us? If not, how shall
we account for the aesthetic pleasure with which
we make even these representations pass before us?
I am inquiring concerning the aesthetic pleasure,
and am well aware that many of these representa-
tions may moreover occasionally create even a
moral delectation, say under the form of pity or
of a moral triumph. But he who would derive
the effect of the tragic exclusively from these
moral sources, as was usually the case far too long
in aesthetics, let him not think that he has done
anything for Art thereby; for Art must above all
insist on purity in her domain. For the explanation
of tragic myth the very first requirement is that
the pleasure which characterises it must be sought
in the purely aesthetic sphere, without encroaching
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How can the ugly and the discordant, the sub-
stance of tragic myth, excite an aesthetic pleasure?
Here it is necessary to raise ourselves with a
daring bound into a metaphysics of Art. I repeat,
therefore, my former proposition, that it is only
as an aesthetic phenomenon that existence and
the world appear justified: and in this sense if is
precisely the function oftragic myth to convince
^us that even the Ugly and Discordant is an
artistic game which the will, in the eternal fulness
of its joy, plays with itself. But this not easily
comprehensible proto-phenomenon of Dionysian
Art becomes, in a direct way, singularly intelligible,
and is immediately apprehended in the wonder-
ful significance of musical dissonance: just as in
general it is music alone, placed in contrast to
the world, which can give us an idea as to what
is meant by the justification of the world as an
aesthetic phenomenon. The joy that the tragic
myth excites has the same origin as the joyful
sensation of dissonance in music. The Dionysian,
with its primitive joy experienced in pain itself, is
the common source of music and tragic myth.
Is it not possible that by calling to our aid the
musical relation of dissonance, the difficult problem
of tragic effect may have meanwhile been materi-
ally facilitated? For we now understand what it
means to wish to view tragedy and at the same
time to have a longing beyond the viewing: a frame
of mind, which, as regards the artistically employed
dissonance, we should simply have to characterise by
saying that we desire to hear and at the same time
have a longing beyond the hearing. That striving



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184 THE BIRTH OF TRAGEDY.
for the infinite, the pinion-flapping of longing, ac-
companying the highest delight in the clearly-
perceived reality, remind one that in both states we
have to recognise a Dionysian phenomenon, which
again and again reveals to us anew the playful up-
building and demolishing of the world of individuals
as the efflux of a primitive delight, in like manner
as when Heraclitus the Obscure compares the
world-building power to a playing child which
places stones here and there and builds sandhills
only to overthrow them again.
Hence, in order to form a true estimate of the
Dionysian capacity of a people, it would seem that
we must think not only of their music, but just as
much of their tragic myth, the second witness of
this capacity. Considering this most intimate
relationship between music and myth, we may now
in like manner suppose that a degeneration and
depravation of the one involves a deterioration of
the other: if it be true at all that the weakening
of the myth is generally expressive of a debilitation
of the Dionysian capacity. Concerning both, how-
ever, a glance at the development of the German
genius should not leave us in any doubt; in the
opera just as in the abstract character of our myth-
less existence, in an art sunk to pastime just as in
a life guided by concepts, the inartistic as well as
life-consuming nature of Socratic optimism had
revealed itself to us. Yet there have been indica-
tions to console us that nevertheless in some inac-
cessible abyss the German spirit still rests and
dreams, undestroyed, in glorious health, profundity,
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185
slumber: from which abyss the Dionysian song
rises to us to let us know that this German knight
even still dreams his primitive Dionysian myth in
blissfully earnest visions. Let no one believe that
the German spirit has for ever lost its mythical home
when it still understands so obviously the voices of
the birds which tell of that home. Some day it
will find itself awake in all the morning freshness
of a deep sleep: then it will slay the dragons,
destroy the malignant dwarfs, and waken Brünn-
hilde—and Wotan's spear itself will be unable to
obstruct its course!
My friends, ye who believe in Dionysian music,
ye know also what tragedy means to us. There
we have tragic myth, born anew from music,—and
in this latest birth ye can hope for everything and
forget what is most afflicting. What is most afflict-
ing to all of us, however, is—the prolonged degrada-
tion in which the German genius has lived estranged
from house and home in the service of malignant
dwarfs. Ye understand my allusion—as ye will
also, in conclusion, understand my hopes.
25.
Music and tragic myth are equally the expression
of the Dionysian capacity of a people, and are
inseparable from each other. Both originate in
an ultra-Apollonian sphere of art;-both transfigure
a region in the delightful accords of which all dis-
sonance, just like the terrible picture of the world,
dies charmingly away ; both play with the sting of
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both justify thereby the existence even of the
"worst world. "~ Here ffle" Uionysian, as compared
with the Apollonian, exhibits itself as the eternal
and original artistic force, which in general calls
into existence the entire world of phenomena: in
the midst of which a new transfiguring appearance
becomes necessary, in order to keep alive the ani-
mated world of individuation. If we could conceive
an incarnation of dissonance—and what is man but
that? —then, to be able to live this dissonance would
require a glorious illusion which would spread a
veil of beauty over its peculiar nature. This is the
true function of Apollo as deity of art: in whose
name we comprise all the countless manifestations
of the fair realm of illusion, which each moment
render life in general worth living and make one
impatient for the experience of the next moment.
At the same time, just as much of this basis of
all existence—the Dionysian substratum of the
world—is allowed to enter into the consciousness
of human beings, as can be surmounted again by
the Apollonian transfiguring power, so that these
two art-impulses are constrained to develop their
powers in strictly mutual proportion, according to
the law of eternal justice. When the Dionysian
powers rise with such vehemence as we experience
at present, there can be no doubt that, veiled in a
cloud, Apollo has already descended to us; whose
grandest beautifying influences a coming genera-
tion will perhaps behold.
That this effect is necessary, however, each one
would most surely perceive by intuition, if once he
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an Old-Hellenic existence. In walking under high
Ionic colonnades, looking upwards to a horizon
defined by clear and noble lines, with reflections of
his transfigured form by his side in shining marble,
and around him solemnly marching or quietly
moving men, with harmoniously sounding voices
and rhythmical pantomime, would he not in the
presence of this perpetual influx of beauty have to
raise his hand to Apollo and exclaim: "Blessed
race of Hellenes! How great Dionysus must be
among you,when the Delian god deems such charms
necessary to cure you of your dithyrambic mad-
ness ! "—To one in this frame of mind, however, an
aged Athenian, looking up to him with the sublime
eye of ^Eschylus, might answer: "Say also this,
thou curious stranger: what sufferings this people
must have undergone, in order to be able to become
thus beautiful! But now follow me to a tragic
play, and sacrifice with me in the temple of both
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APPENDIX.
[Late in the year 1888, not long before he was overcome by
his sudden attack of insanity, Nietzsche wrote down a
few notes concerning his early work, the Birth of
Tragedy, These were printed in his sister's biography
{Das Leben Friedrich Nietzsches, vol. ii. pt. i. pp. 102 ff. ),
and are here translated as likely to be of interest to
readers of this remarkable work. They also appear in
the Ecce Homo. —Translator's Note. ]
"To be just to the Birth of Tragedy (1872), one
will have to forget some few things. It has
wrought effects, it even fascinated through that
wherein it was amiss—through its application to
Wagnerism, just as if this Wagnerism were symp-
tomatic of a rise and going up. And just on that
account was the book an event in Wagner's life:
from thence and only from thence were great
hopes linked to the name of Wagner. Even to-
day people remind me, sometimes right in the
midst of a talk on Parsifal, that / and none other
have it on my conscience that such a high opinion of
the cultural value of this movement came to the top.
More than once have I found the book referred
to as 'the Re-h\rth of Tragedy out of the Spirit
of Music': one only had an ear for a new formula
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withal what was at bottom valuable therein.
'Hellenism and Pessimism' had been a more
unequivocal title: namely, as a first lesson on the
way in which the Greeks got the better of pessi-
mism,—on the means whereby they overcame it
Tragedy simply proves that the Greeks were no
pessimists: Schopenhauer was mistaken here as
he was mistaken in all other things. Considered
with some neutrality, the Birth of Tragedy appears
very unseasonable: one would not even dream
that it was begun amid the thunders of the battle
of Worth. I thought these problems through and
through before the walls of Metz in cold September
nights, in the midst of the work of nursing the
sick; one might even believe the book to be fifty
years older. It is politically indifferent—un-
German one will say to-day,—it smells shockingly
Hegelian, in but a few formulae does it scent of
Schopenhauer's funereal perfume. An 'idea'—
the antithesis of' Dionysian versus Apollonian'—
translated into metaphysics; history itself as the
evolution of this 'idea'; the antithesis dissolved
into oneness in Tragedy; through this optics
things that had never yet looked into one another's
face, confronted of a sudden, and illumined and
comprehended through one another: for instance,
Opera and Revolution. The two decisive innova-
tions of the book are, on the one hand, the com-
prehension of the Dionysian phenomenon among
the Greeks (it gives the first psychology thereof,
it sees therein the One root of all Grecian art);
on the other, the comprehension of Socratism:
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of Grecian dissolution, as a typical decadent.
'Rationality' against instinct! ' Rationality' at
any price as a dangerous, as a life-undermining
force! Throughout the whole book a deep hostile
silence on Christianity: it is neither Apollonian
nor Dionysian; it negatives all aesthetic values
(the only values recognised by the Birth of
Tragedy), it is in the widest sense nihilistic,
whereas in the Dionysian symbol the utmost limit
of affirmation is reached. Once or twice the
Christian priests are alluded to as a 'malignant
kind of dwarfs,' as 'subterraneans. '"
"This beginning is singular beyond measure.
I had for my own inmost experience discovered
the only symbol and counterpart of history,—I had
just thereby been the first to grasp the wonderful
phenomenon of the Dionysian. And again, through
my diagnosing Socrates as a decadent, I had given
a wholly unequivocal proof of how little risk the
trustworthiness of my psychological grasp would
run of being weakened by some moralistic idiosyn-
crasy :—to view morality itself as a symptom of
decadence is an innovation, a novelty of the first
rank in the history of knowledge. How far I had
leaped in either case beyond the smug shallow-
pate-gossip of optimism contra pessimism! I
was the first to see the intrinsic antithesis: here,
the degenerating instinct which, with subterranean
vindictiveness, turns against life (Christianity, the
philosophy of Schopenhauer, in a certain sense
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systems as typical forms), and there, a formula of
highest affirmation, born of fullness and overfull-
ness, a yea-saying without reserve to suffering's
self, to guilt's self, to all that is questionable and
strange in existence itself. This final, cheerfullest,
exuberantly mad-and-merriest Yea to life is not
only the highest insight, it is also the deepest, it
is that which is most rigorously confirmed and
upheld by truth and science. Naught that is, is
to be deducted, naught is dispensable; the phases
of existence rejected by the Christians and other
nihilists are even of an infinitely higher order
in the hierarchy of values than that which the
instinct of decadence sanctions, yea durst sanction.
To comprehend this courage is needed, and, as a
condition thereof, a surplus of strength: for pre-
cisely in degree as courage dares to thrust forward,
precisely according to the measure of strength,
does one approach truth. Perception, the yea-
saying to reality, is as much a necessity to the
strong as to the weak, under the inspiration of
weakness, cowardly shrinking, and flight from
reality—the 'ideal. ' . . . They are not free to
perceive: the decadents have need of the lie,—it is
one of their conditions of self-preservation. Whoso
not only comprehends the word Dionysian, but
also grasps his self in this word, requires no refu-
tation of Plato or of Christianity or of Schopen-
hauer—he smells the putrefaction''
3.
"To what extent I had just thereby found the
concept 'tragic,' the definitive perception of the
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psychology of tragedy, I have but lately stated
in the Twilight of the Idols, page 139 (1st edit. ):
'The affirmation of life, even in its most unfamiliar j
and severe problems, the will to life, enjoying its
own inexhaustibility in the sacrifice of its highest
types,—that is what I called Dionysian, that is
what I divined as the bridge to a psychology of
the tragic poet. Not in order to get rid of terror
and pity, not to purify from a dangerous passion
by its vehement discharge (it was thus that
Aristotle misunderstood it); but, beyond terror
and pity, to realise in fact the eternal delight of
becoming, that delight which even involves in itself
the joy of annihilating. ' * In this sense I have the
right to understand myself to be the first tragic
philosopher—that is, the utmost antithesis and
antipode to a pessimistic philosopher. Prior to
myself there is no such translation of the Dionysian
into the philosophic pathos: there lacks the tragic
wisdom,—I have sought in vain for an indication
thereof even among the great Greeks of philosophy,
the thinkers of the two centuries before Socrates.
A doubt still possessed me as touching Heraclitus,
in whose proximity I in general begin to feel
warmer and better than anywhere else. The
affirmation of transiency and annihilation, to wit
the decisive factor in a Dionysian philosophy, the
yea-saying to antithesis and war, to becoming, with
radical rejection even of the concept ' being',—that
I must directly acknowledge as, of all thinking
hitherto, the nearest to my own. The doctrine of
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