The Case Of Wagner, Nietzsche Contra Wagner, and Selected Aphorisms Part 2

Everything that Wagner _can_ do, no one will ever be able to do after him, no one has ever done before him, and no one must ever do after him. Wagner is G.o.dly.

These three propositions are the quintessence of Wagner's writings;-the rest is merely-"literature".

-Not every kind of music hitherto has been in need of literature; and it were well, to try and discover the actual reason of this. Is it perhaps that Wagner's music is too difficult to understand? Or did he fear precisely the reverse-that it was too easy,-that people might _not understand it with sufficient difficulty_?-As a matter of fact, his whole life long, he did nothing but repeat one proposition: that his music did not mean music alone! But something more! Something immeasurably more!...

"_Not music alone_"-_no_ musician would speak in this way. I repeat, Wagner could not create things as a whole; he had no choice, he was obliged to create things in bits, with "motives," att.i.tudes, formulae, duplications, and hundreds of repet.i.tions, he remained a rhetorician in music,-and that is why he was at bottom _forced_ to press "this means"

into the foreground. "Music can never be anything else than a means": this was his theory, but above all it was the only _practice_ that lay open to him. No musician however thinks in this way.-Wagner was in need of literature, in order to persuade the whole world to take his music seriously, profoundly, "because it _meant_ an infinity of things", all his life he was the commentator of the "Idea."-What does Elsa stand for? But without a doubt, Elsa is "the unconscious _mind of the people_" (-"when I realised this, I naturally became a thorough revolutionist"-).

Do not let us forget that, when Hegel and Sch.e.l.ling were misleading the minds of Germany, Wagner was still young: that he guessed, or rather fully grasped, that the only thing which Germans take seriously is-"the idea,"-that is to say, something obscure, uncertain, wonderful; that among Germans lucidity is an objection, logic a refutation. Schopenhauer rigorously pointed out the dishonesty of Hegel's and Sch.e.l.ling's age,-rigorously, but also unjustly, for he himself, the pessimistic old counterfeiter, was in no way more "honest" than his more famous contemporaries. But let us leave morality out of the question, Hegel is a _matter of taste_.... And not only of German but of European taste!... A taste which Wagner understood!-which he felt equal to! which he has immortalised!-All he did was to apply it to music-he invented a style for himself, which might mean an "infinity of things,"-he was _Hegel's_ heir....

Music as "Idea."-

And how well Wagner was understood!-The same kind of man who used to gush over Hegel, now gushes over Wagner, in his school they even _write_ Hegelian.(11) But he who understood Wagner best, was the German youthlet.

The two words "infinity" and "meaning" were sufficient for this: at their sound the youthlet immediately began to feel exceptionally happy. Wagner did _not_ conquer these boys with music, but with the "idea":-it is the enigmatical vagueness of his art, its game of hide-and-seek amid a hundred symbols, its polychromy in ideals, which leads and lures the lads. It is Wagner's genius for forming clouds, his sweeps and swoops through the air, his ubiquity and nullibiety-precisely the same qualities with which Hegel led and lured in his time!-Moreover in the presence of Wagner's multifariousness, plenitude and arbitrariness, they seem to themselves justified-"saved". Tremulously they listen while the _great symbols_ in his art seem to make themselves heard from out the misty distance, with a gentle roll of thunder, and they are not at all displeased if at times it gets a little grey, gruesome and cold. Are they not one and all, like Wagner himself, on _quite intimate terms_ with bad weather, with German weather! Wotan is their G.o.d, but Wotan is the G.o.d of bad weather.... They are right, how could these German youths-in their present condition,-miss what we others, we _halcyonians_, miss in Wagner? _i.e._: _la gaya scienza_; light feet, wit, fire, grave, grand logic, stellar dancing, wanton intellectuality, the vibrating light of the South, the calm sea-perfection....

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-I have mentioned the sphere to which Wagner belongs-certainly not to the history of music. What, however, does he mean historically?-_The rise of the actor in music_: a momentous event which not only leads me to think but also to fear.

In a word: "Wagner and Liszt." Never yet have the "uprightness" and "genuineness" of musicians been put to such a dangerous test. It is glaringly obvious: great success, mob success is no longer the achievement of the genuine,-in order to get it a man must be an actor!-Victor Hugo and Richard Wagner-they both prove one and the same thing: that in declining civilisations, wherever the mob is allowed to decide, genuineness becomes superfluous, prejudicial, unfavourable. The actor, alone, can still kindle _great_ enthusiasm.-And thus it is his _golden age_ which is now dawning,-his and that of all those who are in any way related to him. With drums and fifes, Wagner marches at the head of all artists in declamation, in display and virtuosity. He began by convincing the conductors of orchestras, the scene-s.h.i.+fters and stage-singers, not to forget the orchestra:-he "delivered" them from monotony.... The movement that Wagner created has spread even to the land of knowledge: whole sciences pertaining to music are rising slowly, out of centuries of scholasticism.

As an example of what I mean, let me point more particularly to _Riemann's_ services to rhythmics; he was the first who called attention to the leading idea in punctuation-even for music (unfortunately he did so with a bad word; he called it "phrasing").-All these people, and I say it with grat.i.tude, are the best, the most respectable among Wagner's admirers-they have a perfect right to honour Wagner. The same instinct unites them with one another; in him they recognise their highest type, and since he has inflamed them with his own ardour they feel themselves transformed into power, even into great power. In this quarter, if anywhere, Wagner's influence has really been _beneficent_. Never before has there been so much thinking, willing, and industry in this sphere.

Wagner endowed all these artists with a new conscience: what they now exact and _obtain_ from themselves, they had never exacted before Wagner's time-before then they had been too modest. Another spirit prevails on the stage since Wagner rules there the most difficult things are expected, blame is severe, praise very scarce,-the good and the excellent have become the rule. Taste is no longer necessary, nor even is a good voice.

Wagner is sung only with ruined voices: this has a more "dramatic" effect.

Even talent is out of the question. Expressiveness at all costs, which is what the Wagnerian ideal-the ideal of decadence-demands, is hardly compatible with talent. All that is required for this is virtue-that is to say, training, automatism, "self-denial". Neither taste, voices, nor gifts, Wagner's stage requires but one thing: _Germans!_... The definition of a German: an obedient man with long legs.... There is a deep significance in the fact that the rise of Wagner should have coincided with the rise of the "Empire": both phenomena are a proof of one and the same thing-obedience and long legs.-Never have people been more obedient, never have they been so well ordered about. The conductors of Wagnerian orchestras, more particularly, are worthy of an age, which posterity will one day call, with timid awe, the _cla.s.sical age of war_.

Wagner understood how to command; in this respect, too, he was a great teacher. He commanded as a man who had exercised an inexorable will over himself-as one who had practised lifelong discipline: Wagner was, perhaps, the greatest example of self-violence in the whole of the history of art (-even Alfieri, who in other respects is his next-of-kin, is outdone by him. The note of a Torinese).

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This view, that our actors have become more worthy of respect than heretofore, does not imply that I believe them to have become less dangerous.... But who is in any doubt as to what I want,-as to what the _three requisitions_ are concerning which my wrath and my care and love of art, have made me open my mouth on this occasion?

_That the stage should not become master of the arts._

_That the actor should not become the corrupter of the genuine._

_That music should not become an art of lying._

_Friedrich Nietzsche._

Postscript

The gravity of these last words allows me at this point to introduce a few sentences out of an unprinted essay which will at least leave no doubt as to my earnestness in regard to this question. The t.i.tle of this essay is: "What Wagner has cost us."

One pays dearly for having been a follower of Wagner. Even to-day a vague feeling that this is so, still prevails. Even Wagner's success, his triumph, did not uproot this feeling thoroughly. But formerly it was strong, it was terrible, it was a gloomy hate throughout almost three-quarters of Wagner's life. The resistance which he met with among us Germans cannot be too highly valued or too highly honoured. People guarded themselves against him as against an illness,-not with arguments-it is impossible to refute an illness,-but with obstruction, with mistrust, with repugnance, with loathing, with sombre earnestness, as though he were a great rampant danger. The aesthetes gave themselves away when out of three schools of German philosophy they waged an absurd war against Wagner's principles with "ifs" and "fors"-what did he care about principles, even his own!-The Germans themselves had enough instinctive good sense to dispense with every "if" and "for" in this matter. An instinct is weakened when it becomes conscious: for by becoming conscious it makes itself feeble. If there were any signs that in spite of the universal character of European decadence there was still a modic.u.m of health, still an instinctive premonition of what is harmful and dangerous, residing in the German soul, then it would be precisely this blunt resistance to Wagner which I should least like to see underrated. It does us honour, it gives us some reason to hope: France no longer has such an amount of health at her disposal. The Germans, these _loiterers par excellence_, as history shows, are to-day the most backward among the civilised nations of Europe; this has its advantages,-for they are thus relatively the youngest.

One pays dearly for having been a follower of Wagner. It is only quite recently that the Germans have overcome a sort of dread of him,-the desire to be rid of him occurred to them again and again.(12) Does anybody remember a very curious occurrence in which, quite unexpectedly towards the end, this old feeling once more manifested itself? It happened at Wagner's funeral. The first Wagner Society, the one in Munich, laid a wreath on his grave with this inscription, which immediately became famous: "Salvation to the Saviour!" Everybody admired the lofty inspiration which had dictated this inscription, as also the taste which seemed to be the privilege of the followers of Wagner. Many also, however (it was singular enough), made this slight alteration in it: "Salvation _from_ the Saviour"-People began to breathe again-

One pays dearly for having been a follower of Wagner. Let us try to estimate the influence of this wors.h.i.+p upon culture. Whom did this movement press to the front? What did it make ever more and more pre-eminent?-In the first place the layman's arrogance, the arrogance of the art-maniac. Now these people are organising societies, they wish to make their taste prevail, they even wish to pose as judges _in rebus musicis et musicantibus_. Secondly: an ever increasing indifference towards severe, n.o.ble and conscientious schooling in the service of art, and in its place the belief in genius, or in plain English, cheeky dilettantism (-the formula for this is to be found in the _Mastersingers_). Thirdly, and this is the worst of all: _Theatrocracy_-, the craziness of a belief in the pre-eminence of the theatre, in the right of the theatre to rule supreme over the arts, over Art in general.... But this should be shouted into the face of Wagnerites a hundred times over: that the theatre is something lower than art, something secondary, something coa.r.s.ened, above all something suitably distorted and falsified for the mob. In this respect Wagner altered nothing: Bayreuth is grand Opera-and not even good opera.... The stage is a form of Demolatry in the realm of taste, the stage is an insurrection of the mob, a _plebiscite_ against good taste.... The case of Wagner proves this fact: he captivated the ma.s.ses-he depraved taste, he even perverted our taste for opera!-

One pays dearly for having been a follower of Wagner. What has Wagner-wors.h.i.+p made out of spirit? Does Wagner liberate the spirit? To him belong that ambiguity and equivocation and all other qualities which can convince the uncertain without making them conscious of why they have been convinced. In this sense Wagner is a seducer on a grand scale. There is nothing exhausted, nothing effete, nothing dangerous to life, nothing that slanders the world in the realm of spirit, which has not secretly found shelter in his art, he conceals the blackest obscurantism in the luminous...o...b.. of the ideal. He flatters every nihilistic (Buddhistic) instinct and togs it out in music; he flatters every form of Christianity, every religious expression of decadence. He that hath ears to hear let him hear: everything that has ever grown out of the soil of impoverished life, the whole counterfeit coinage of the transcendental and of a Beyond found its most sublime advocate in Wagner's art, not in formulae (Wagner is too clever to use formulae), but in the persuasion of the senses which in their turn makes the spirit weary and morbid. Music in the form of Circe ... in this respect his last work is his greatest masterpiece. In the art of seduction "Parsifal" will for ever maintain its rank as a stroke of genius.... I admire this work. I would fain have composed it myself. Wagner was never better inspired than towards the end. The subtlety with which beauty and disease are united here, reaches such a height, that it casts so to speak a shadow upon all Wagner's earlier achievements: it seems too bright, too healthy. Do ye understand this? Health and brightness acting like a shadow? Almost like an objection?... To this extent are we already pure fools.... Never was there a greater Master in heavy hieratic perfumes-Never on earth has there been such a connoisseur of paltry infinities, of all that thrills, of extravagant excesses, of all the feminism from out the vocabulary of happiness! My friends, do but drink the philtres of this art! Nowhere will ye find a more pleasant method of enervating your spirit, of forgetting your manliness in the shade of a rosebush.... Ah, this old magician, mightiest of Klingsors; how he wages war against us with his art, against us free spirits! How he appeals to every form of cowardice of the modern soul with his charming girlish notes!

There never was such a _mortal hatred_ of knowledge! One must be a very cynic in order to resist seduction here. One must be able to bite in order to resist wors.h.i.+pping at this shrine. Very well, old seducer! The cynic cautions you-_cave canem_....

One pays dearly for having been a follower of Wagner. I contemplate the youthlets who have long been exposed to his infection. The first relatively innocuous effect of it is the corruption of their taste. Wagner acts like chronic recourse to the bottle. He stultifies, he befouls the stomach. His specific effect: degeneration of the feeling for rhythm. What the Wagnerite calls rhythmical is what I call, to use a Greek metaphor, "stirring a swamp." Much more dangerous than all this, however, is the corruption of ideas. The youthlet becomes a moon-calf, an "idealist". He stands above science, and in this respect he has reached the master's heights. On the other hand, he a.s.sumes the airs of a philosopher, he writes for the _Bayreuth Journal_; he solves all problems in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Master. But the most ghastly thing of all is the deterioration of the nerves. Let any one wander through a large city at night, in all directions he will hear people doing violence to instruments with solemn rage and fury, a wild uproar breaks out at intervals. What is happening? It is the disciples of Wagner in the act of wors.h.i.+pping him.... Bayreuth is another word for a Hydro. A typical telegram from Bayreuth would read _bereits bereut_ (I already repent). Wagner is bad for young men; he is fatal for women. What medically speaking is a female Wagnerite? It seems to me that a doctor could not be too serious in putting this alternative of conscience to young women; either one thing or the other. But they have already made their choice. You cannot serve two Masters when one of these is Wagner. Wagner redeemed woman; and in return woman built Bayreuth for him. Every sacrifice, every surrender: there was nothing that they were not prepared to give him. Woman impoverishes herself in favour of the Master, she becomes quite touching, she stands naked before him. The female Wagnerite, the most attractive equivocality that exists to-day: she is the incarnation of Wagner's cause: his cause triumphs with her as its symbol.... Ah, this old robber! He robs our young men: he even robs our women as well, and drags them to his cell.... Ah, this old Minotaur! What has he not already cost us? Every year processions of the finest young men and maidens are led into his labyrinth that he may swallow them up, every year the whole of Europe cries out "Away to Crete!

Away to Crete!"....

Second Postscript

It seems to me that my letter is open to some misunderstanding. On certain faces I see the expression of grat.i.tude; I even hear modest but merry laughter. I prefer to be understood here as in other things. But since a certain animal, _the worm_ of Empire, the famous _Rhinoxera_, has become lodged in the vineyards of the German spirit, n.o.body any longer understands a word I say. The _Kreus-Zeitung_ has brought this home to me, not to speak of the _Litterarisches Centralblatt_. I have given the Germans the deepest books that they have ever possessed-a sufficient reason for their not having understood a word of them.... If in this essay I declare war against Wagner-and incidentally against a certain form of German taste, if I seem to use strong language about the cretinism of Bayreuth, it must not be supposed that I am in the least anxious to glorify any other musician. Other musicians are not to be considered by the side of Wagner. Things are generally bad. Decay is universal. Disease lies at the very root of things. If Wagner's name represents the ruin of music, just as Bernini's stands for the ruin of sculpture, he is not on that account its cause. All he did was to accelerate the fall,-though we are quite prepared to admit that he did it in a way which makes one recoil with horror from this almost instantaneous decline and fall to the depths.

He possessed the ingenuousness of decadence: this const.i.tuted his superiority. He believed in it. He did not halt before any of its logical consequences. The others hesitated-that is their distinction. They have no other. What is common to both Wagner and "the others" consists in this: the decline of all organising power, the abuse of traditional means, without the capacity or the aim that would justify this. The counterfeit imitation of grand forms, for which n.o.body nowadays is strong, proud, self-reliant and healthy enough, excessive vitality in small details; pa.s.sion at all costs; refinement as an expression of impoverished life, ever more nerves in the place of muscle. I know only one musician who to-day would be able to compose an overture as an organic whole: and n.o.body else knows him.(13) He who is famous now, does not write better music than Wagner, but only less characteristic, less definite music:-less definite, because half measures, even in decadence, cannot stand by the side of completeness. But Wagner was complete, Wagner represented thorough corruption, Wagner has had the courage, the will, and the conviction for corruption. What does Johannes Brahms matter?... It was his good fortune to be misunderstood by Germany; he was taken to be an antagonist of Wagner-people required an antagonist!-But he did not write necessary music, above all he wrote too much music!-When one is not rich one should at least have enough pride to be poor!... The sympathy which here and there was meted out to Brahms, apart from party interests and party misunderstandings, was for a long time a riddle to me, until one day through an accident, almost, I discovered that he affected a particular type of man. He has the melancholy of impotence. His creations are not the result of plenitude, he thirsts after abundance. Apart from what he plagiarises, from what he borrows from ancient or exotically modern styles-he is a master in the art of copying,-there remains as his most individual quality a _longing_.... And this is what the dissatisfied of all kinds, and all those who yearn, divine in him. He is much too little of a personality, too little of a central figure.... The "impersonal," those who are not self-centred, love him for this. He is especially the musician of a species of dissatisfied women. Fifty steps further on, and we find the female Wagnerite-just as we find Wagner himself fifty paces ahead of Brahms.-The female Wagnerite is a more definite, a more interesting, and above all, a more attractive type. Brahms is touching so long as he dreams or mourns over himself in private-in this respect he is modern;-he becomes cold, we no longer feel at one with him when he poses as the child of the cla.s.sics.... People like to call Brahms Beethoven's heir: I know of no more cautious euphemism-All that which to-day makes a claim to being the grand style in music is on precisely that account either false to us or false to itself. This alternative is suspicious enough: in itself it contains a casuistic question concerning the value of the two cases. The instinct of the majority protests against the alternative; "false to us"-they do not wish to be cheated;-and I myself would certainly always prefer this type to the other ("False to itself"). This is _my_ taste.-Expressed more clearly for the sake of the "poor in spirit" it amounts to this: Brahms _or_ Wagner.... Brahms is _not_ an actor.-A very great part of other musicians may be summed up in the concept Brahms-I do not wish to say anything about the clever apes of Wagner, as for instance Goldmark: when one has "The Queen of Sheba" to one's name, one belongs to a menagerie,-one ought to put oneself on show.-Nowadays all things that can be done well and even with a master hand are small. In this department alone is honesty still possible. Nothing, however, can cure music as a whole of its chief fault, of its fate, which is to be the expression of general physiological contradiction,-which is, in fact, to be modern.

The best instruction, the most conscientious schooling, the most thorough familiarity, yea, and even isolation, with the Old Masters,-all this only acts as a palliative, or, more strictly speaking, has but an illusory effect, because the first condition of the right thing is no longer in our bodies; whether this first condition be the strong race of a Handel or the overflowing animal spirits of a Rossini. Not everyone has the right to every teacher: and this holds good of whole epochs.-In itself it is not impossible that there are still remains of stronger natures, typical unadapted men, somewhere in Europe: from this quarter the advent of a somewhat belated form of beauty and perfection, even in music, might still be hoped for. But the most that we can expect to see are exceptional cases. From the rule, that corruption is paramount, that corruption is a fatality,-not even a G.o.d can save music.

Epilogue

And now let us take breath and withdraw a moment from this narrow world which necessarily must be narrow, because we have to make enquiries relative to the value of _persons_. A philosopher feels that he wants to wash his hands after he has concerned himself so long with the "Case of Wagner". I shall now give my notion of what is _modern_. According to the measure of energy of every age, there is also a standard that determines which virtues shall be allowed and which forbidden. The age either has the virtues of _ascending_ life, in which case it resists the virtues of degeneration with all its deepest instincts. Or it is in itself an age of degeneration, in which case it requires the virtues of declining life,-in which case it hates everything that justifies itself, solely as being the outcome of a plenitude, or a superabundance of strength. aesthetic is inextricably bound up with these biological principles: there is decadent aesthetic, and _cla.s.sical_ aesthetic,-"beauty in itself" is just as much a chimera as any other kind of idealism.-Within the narrow sphere of the so-called moral values, no greater ant.i.thesis could be found than that of _master-morality_ and the morality of _Christian_ valuations: the latter having grown out of a thoroughly morbid soil. (-The gospels present us with the same physiological types, as do the novels of Dostoiewsky), the master-morality ("Roman," "pagan," "cla.s.sical," "Renaissance"), on the other hand, being the symbolic speech of well-const.i.tutedness, of _ascending_ life, and of the Will to Power as a vital principle.

Master-morality _affirms_ just as instinctively as Christian morality _denies_ ("G.o.d," "Beyond," "self-denial,"-all of them negations). The first reflects its plenitude upon things,-it transfigures, it embellishes, it _rationalises_ the world,-the latter impoverishes, bleaches, mars the value of things; it _suppresses_ the world. "World" is a Christian term of abuse. These ant.i.thetical forms in the optics of values, are _both_ necessary: they are different points of view which cannot be circ.u.mvented either with arguments or counter-arguments. One cannot refute Christianity: it is impossible to refute a diseased eyesight. That people should have combated pessimism as if it had been a philosophy, was the very acme of learned stupidity. The concepts "true" and "untrue" do not seem to me to have any sense in optics.-That, alone, which has to be guarded against is the falsity, the instinctive duplicity which _would fain_ regard this ant.i.thesis as no ant.i.thesis at all: just as Wagner did,-and his mastery in this kind of falseness was of no mean order. To cast side-long glances at master-morality, at _n.o.ble_ morality (-Icelandic saga is perhaps the greatest doc.u.mentary evidence of these values), and at the same time to have the opposite teaching, the "gospel of the lowly,"

the doctrine of the _need_ of salvation, on one's lips!... Incidentally, I admire the modesty of Christians who go to Bayreuth. As for myself, I could _not_ endure to hear the sound of certain words on Wagner's lips.

There are some concepts which are too good for Bayreuth ... What?

Christianity adjusted for female Wagnerites, perhaps _by_ female Wagnerites-for, in his latter days Wagner was thoroughly _feminini generis_-? Again I say, the Christians of to-day are too modest for me....

If Wagner were a Christian, then Liszt was perhaps a Father of the Church!-The need of _salvation_, the quintessence of all Christian needs, has nothing in common with such clowns; it is the most straightforward expression of decadence, it is the most convincing and most painful affirmation of decadence, in sublime symbols and practices. The Christian wishes _to be rid_ of himself. _Le moi est toujours haissable._ n.o.ble morality, master-morality, on the other hand, is rooted in a triumphant saying of yea to _one's self_,-it is the self-affirmation and self-glorification of life; it also requires sublime symbols and practices; but only "because its heart is too full." The whole of beautiful art and of great art belongs here; their common essence is grat.i.tude. But we must allow it a certain instinctive repugnance _to decadents_, and a scorn and horror of the latter's symbolism: such things almost prove it. The n.o.ble Romans considered Christianity as a _fda superst.i.tio_: let me call to your minds the feelings which the last German of n.o.ble taste-Goethe-had in regard to the cross. It is idle to look for more valuable, more _necessary_ contrasts.(14)

But the kind of falsity which is characteristic of the Bayreuthians is not exceptional to-day. We all know the hybrid concept of the Christian gentleman. This _innocence_ in contradiction, this "clean conscience" in falsehood, is rather modern _par excellence_, with it modernity is almost defined. Biologically, modern man represents a _contradiction of values_, he sits between two stools, he says yea and nay in one breath. No wonder that it is precisely in our age that falseness itself became flesh and blood, and even genius! No wonder _Wagner_ dwelt amongst us! It was not without reason that I called Wagner the Cagliostro of modernity.... But all of us, though we do not know it, involuntarily have values, words, formulae, and morals in our bodies, which are quite _antagonistic_ in their origin-regarded from a physiological standpoint, we are _false_.... How would a _diagnosis of the modern soul_ begin? With a determined incision into this agglomeration of contradictory instincts, with the total suppression of its antagonistic values, with vivisection applied to its most _instructive_ case. To philosophers the "Case of Wagner" is a _windfall_-this essay, as you observe, was inspired by grat.i.tude.

NIETZSCHE _CONTRA_ WAGNER