2007 Nietzsche and Shakespeare
2007 Nietzsche and Shakespeare
Friedrich
Nietzsche
and the
Shakespeare
Authorship
Controversy
by Robert Sean Brazil © 2007
Part One
"Anti-Stratfordianism" only became a popular fad and movement in the 19th century,
fueled, in no small part, by some very zealous Americans.
1847: Charles Dickens, while working a clerk at Grays Inn, wrote, in a letter to his
friend William Sandys (June 13, 1847):
" I have sent your Shakespeare extracts to Collier. It is a great comfort to my thinking
that so little is known concerning the poet. It is a fine mystery; and I tremble every
day lest something should come out. If he had a Boswell, society wouldn't have
respected his grave, but would have had his skull in the phrenological shop windows."
1848: The Romance of Yachting by Joseph C. Hart. Amongst nautical anecdotes, Hart
intersperses speculation about the Shakespeare authorship problem. Hart proposed
Ben Jonson as author of the Shakespeare plays.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
was an early Shakespeare questioner.
Emerson wrote in his journal:
In 1852 the Hawthornes returned to Concord at "The Wayside," purchased from the
Alcotts. The Hawthornes were neighbors again to Emerson, and to Henry David
Thoreau (whose cabin on Walden pond was on Emerson’s property.
Hawthorne was a crucial player in the early "Shakespeare Doubt" movement, though I
believe that he himself did not, ultimately, doubt the Stratford story. Despite the fact
that Hawthorne sponsored Delia Bacon's book, he found her theory unsupported by
evidence and dismissed her conclusion. Delia wanted Hawthorne to remove his critique
from the front of her book, but he refused, as he was paying for it.
1850: "Hawthorne and His Mosses" by Herman Melville, [Literary World, #7]. As for
Mosses from an Old Manse, I have crawled through this collection several times, and
there are some very subtle insinuations about the truth hiding behind the legends of
poets, all couched in allegorical language. Yet Melville saw in Hawthorne’s musings a
great revelation. In his essay, Melville wonders if all authorial names are suspect,
especially among the greatest:
"Would that all excellent books were foundlings, without father or mother, that so it
might be we could glorify them, without including their ostensible authors."
“I know not what would be the right name to put on the title-page of an excellent book,
but this I feel, that the names of all fine authors are fictitious ones, far more than that of
Junius*,-- simply standing, as they do, for the mystical, ever-eluding Spirit of all
Beauty, which ubiquitously possesses men of genius. Purely imaginative as this fancy
may appear, it nevertheless seems to receive some warranty from the fact, that on a
personal interview no great author has ever come up to the idea of his reader. But that
dust of which our bodies are composed, how can it fitly express the nobler intelligences
among us?”
* Note: “JUNIUS” is not a familiar name to modern readers, but was a familiar
reference in the 18th and 19th centuries. “Junius” was the pen name of a veiled writer
who published a series of letters in the Public Advertiser (London) from 1769 to 1772.
The unknown writer published other material as The Letters of Junius in 1772. Why
Junius? The same author had penned other pseudonymous letters under the names of
Lucius and Brutus. The three names together yield Lucius Junius Brutus, the name of
the founder of the Roman Republic and the first Consul, circa 509 BC. "Junius" may
also connect to the Roman satirist JUVENAL who is thought to have been named
Junius. So when Melville invokes this name, it carries some interesting baggage with it.
The British pseudonymous writer "Junius," based on his writings, was an Anglophile
Whig who was interested in educating both Americans and their supporters as to the
good qualities of their English inheritance and to advocate a reversal of the complaints
that were leading up to the American revolution. He was addressing both the colonists
and the aristocracy and royalty of England. He wished for a restoration of the
bounteous all-inclusive bosom of Britannia. Interestingly, the identity of “Junius” has
never been resolved. He must have been a highly placed and historically famous
Englishman, yet he was so careful and deliberate in his protected anonymity that this
Junius "nut" has never been convincingly cracked. Elaborate cases have been made,
however, for dozens of candidates. Perhaps the most intriguing possibilities are:
Edmund Burke, Lord George Sackville, William Pitt (The Elder), and Thomas Paine,
who was in England during the requisite time (and later changed his opinions by 180
degrees).
1852: The Edinburgh Journal, August 1852, publishes an anonymous article, "Who
Wrote Shakespeare." Therein it is suggested that in order to pull off the trick, the man
from Stratford must have "kept a poet."
1856: Putnam's Monthly, January 1856, contains Delia Bacon's first entry into the
Authorship lists, "Shakespeare and His Plays: An Inquiry Concerning Them." This
article's placement was arranged by Emerson.
1857: Delia Bacon's The
Philosophy of the Plays of
Shakespeare Unfolded.
Nathanial Hawthorne
wrote the preface for the
book (which is much more
cogent than Delia's
extravagant and breathless
prose meanderings within,
and is actually critical of
Delia's proposal).
Hawthorne made the
connections to get Delia's
book published, under
pressure from Emerson
and Delia, herself. He
ended up paying for the
whole publication. Delia
Bacon's book is mostly
musings, supposition, and
rhetoric. While many
assume Delia Bacon was,
at the outset, an advocate
of Lord Bacon (no family
relation), the fact is that in
The Philosophy of the
Plays of Shakespeare
Unfolded Delia proposes
that a group wrote the
plays, and the head of that
group was Sir Walter
Raleigh.
In this imagined “Shakespeare” group Delia named several courtiers involved the
authorship of the Shakespeare plays and the list included Edward Earl of Oxford. This
appears to be the first instance in modern times that the 17th Earl of Oxford was
directly suggested as having something to do with the creation of the
Shakespeare plays. The year is 1857. That's 63 years before J.T. Looney claimed
(1920) to be the first ever to suggest Lord Oxford was involved in the
Shakespeare canon. But Delia achieved nothing more with her lucky guess about
Oxford. In fact, it wasn't even a guess as much as a crib. She was just loosely quoting
from the anonymous The Arte of English Poesy, 1589.
"He became at once the centre of that little circle of high born wits and poets, the
elder wits and poets of the Elizabethan age, that were then in their meridian there. Sir
Philip Sidney, Thomas Lord Buckhurst, Henry Lord Paget, Edward Earl of Oxford,
and some other, are included in the contemporary list of this courtly company, whose
doings are somewhat mysteriously adverted to by a critic, who refers to the condition
of the Art of Poesy at that time."
Now here’s the precise quote from, The Arte of English Poesy 1589, page 49.
“In Queene Maries time florished aboue any other Doctour Phaer one that was well
learned & excellently well translated into English verse Heroicall certaine bookes of
Virgils Aeneidos. since him followed Maister Arthure Golding, who with no lesse
commendation turned into English meetre the Metamorphosis of Ouide, and that other
Doctour, who made the supplement to those bookes of Virgiles Aeneidos, which
Maister Phaer left vndone. And in her Maiesties time that now is are sprong vp an
other crew of Courtly makers Noble men and Gentlemen of her Maiesties owne
seruantes, who haue written excellently well as it would appeare if their doings could
be found out and made publicke with the rest, of which number is first that noble
Gentleman Edward Earle of Oxford. Thomas Lord of Bukhurst, when he was young,
Henry Lord Paget, Sir Philip Sydney, Sir Walter Rawleigh, Master Edward Dyar
Maister Fulke Greuell, Gascon, Britton, Turberuille and a great many other learned
Gentlemen, whose names I do not omit for enuie, but to auoyde tediousnesse, and
who haue deserued no little commendation.”
a portion of page 49 from the 1589 original
The anonymous author of Arte of English Poesy was himself reaching back to
William Webbe’s Discourse of Englishe Poetrie, 1586, where appeared this
paragraph:
“I may not omitte the deserved commendations of many honourable and noble
Lordes, and Gentlemen, in her Maiesties Courte, which in the rare devises of Poetry,
have beene and yet are most excellent skylfull, among whom, the right honourable
Earle of Oxford may challenge to him selfe the tytle of the most excellent among the
rest. I can no longer forget those learned Gentlemen which tooke such profitable
paynes in translating the Latine Poets into our English tongue, whose desertes in that
behalfe are more then I can utter.”
1884: Walt Whitman publishes, "What Lurks Behind Shakspere's historical plays" in
The Critic (Sept. 27, 1884):
1891: Hermann Melville completes Billy Budd featuring "the Captain, the Honorable
Edward Fairfax "Starry" Vere." Melville then dies, in New York, New York,
September 28, 1891.
[Billy Budd was begun around 1886. It was as good as lost until the manuscript was discovered
among Melville's papers in 1924 and published for the first time that year.]
1892: James Greenstreet, in The Genealogist, proposed that William Stanley, 6th Earl
of Derby as author of the Shakespeare plays.
1892: The pseudonymous "Our English Homer" posits a group theory for the writing
of Shakespeare’s works, including Marlowe, Greene, Peele, Nashe, Lodge, Bacon,
and others.
1895: It Was Marlowe: A Story of the Secret of Three Centuries by Wilbur Ziegler (a
novel). The book proposed that Marlowe, Raleigh, and Rutland jointly were
“Shakespeare.”
“I am ‘a sort of’ haunted by the conviction that the divine William is the biggest and
most successful fraud ever practised on a patient world.”
Part Two
Bacon's titles are a bit misleading. Here is what he meant (my interpretation, at least):
'Idols of the Tribe'=commonplace nonsense such as the medieval idea that stars are
pinholes letting through the light of heaven, or that the moon is watery, or that gods
need to be appeased and fed. 'Idols of the Cave'=tunnel vision and seeing only what
we expect. A grocer sees things only by their weight, an exorcist sees sickness as
possession by devils, a chemist insists all things are chemicals. 'Idols of the
Marketplace'=the way common folk are fooled by advertising, rhetoric, misleading
claims, and con-men's smooth pitches. 'Idols of the Theater'=reliance on Authority,
experts, and swallowing the received wisdom, without questioning. The bigger the lie,
the more easily it is accepted.
Nietzsche was impressed by this approach and wrote his own "The Four Great
Errors," which appeared in The Gay Science and, later, as a section of Twilight of the
Idols. Kaufmann suggests (page 265) that Nietzsche's general fascination with Bacon
preceded and led to his suspicion that Bacon wrote the works of Shakespeare.
However, if Nietzsche had really thought this concept all the way through, he would
certainly have found Bacon's scientific rationality at odds with Shakespeare's mythic,
quasi-historic, and folkloric approach. Moreover, though Shakespeare defended
Kingdom and State on the surface, he was also a harsh critic of its abuses, like
Nietzsche, but rather unlike Bacon. Bacon thought ideas and institutions were more
important than individual people. Modern critics/idolaters (like H. Bloom) claim that
there was never such a thing as an "individual personality" or "independent mind"
until Shakespeare showed us how to be one and to have one. Nietzsche is also famous
for theorizing that the inherent conflict in Western civilization arises from an antique
clash between two major human impulses: the Apollonian and the Dionysian. (Apollo
guides order, organization, rules, rationality, and power. Dionysus guides inspiration,
insobriety, dance, theater, the miracle of the unexpected.) By Nietzsche's own model,
Bacon is clearly Apollonian and Shakespeare Dionysian, what with Falstaff, and
Puck, and all those bawdy songs.
Unfortunately, this great
philosopher's ideas on
Shakespeare got "locked in" by his
statements written in 1887-1888,
and he was never in a position to
revise or update his opinions.
Nietzsche came to the
authorship problem rather late
in his intellectual career, at a
time when he was starting to
"lose it." He was writing and
thinking about Shakespeare and
Bacon in 1887-1888. Just one year
later, in 1889, Nietzsche had his
famous "very bad day" on the
streets of Turin, when he allegedly
freaked out after he saw a crude
tradesman cruelly whipping his
horse, and Nietzsche rushed to
defend the horse. It all went
downhill after that.
If Nietzsche had been born a generation later, or had escaped degenerative mental
illness, or had lived past 1920 with his faculties intact, I'm quite sure he would have
been an Oxfordian. In fact, Kaufmann makes a similar point (in his edition of Ecce
Homo, page 246.) While discussing Nietzsche's Baconian leanings Kaufmann says,
"Incidentally, Freud believed that the Earl of Oxford had written Shakespeare's plays".
[Elsewhere Kaufmann and others detect a straight line from Nietzsche to Freud. See
article, "Nietzsche and the romantic construction of adolescence," from Adolescent
Psychiatry, 1998, by Vivian M. Rakoff. Excerpted here, Rakoff writes (emphasis
added):
While Nietzsche had much to say about the author "Shakespeare," irrespective of
authorship (read here), in two of his books he made explicit reference to the
authorship problem and in both cases suggested Lord Bacon as the author, with
subtle qualifications to the assertions. The examples are found in Will to Power and
Ecce Homo.
Will to Power
Section #848 (This was written spring-fall, 1887, but Will To Power was never
published until 1901, the year after Nietzsche died).
"To be classical, one must possess all the strong, seemingly contradictory gifts and
desires -- but in such a way that they go together beneath one yoke; arrive at the right
time to bring to its climax and high point a genius of literature or art or poetics (not
after this has already happened --); reflect a total state (of a people or a culture) in
one's deepest and innermost soul, at a time when it still exists and has not yet been
overprinted with imitations of foreign things (or when it is still dependent-); and one
must not be a reactive but a concluding and forward-leading spirit, saying Yes in all
cases, even with one's hatred.
"Is the highest personal value not part of it?" -- To consider perhaps whether moral
prejudices are not playing their game here and whether great moral loftiness is not
perhaps in itself a contradiction of the classical ? Whether the moral monsters must
not necessarily be romantics, in word and deed? Precisely such a preponderance of
one virtue over the others (as in the case of a moral monster) is hostile to the classical
power of equilibrium: supposing one possessed this loftiness and was nonetheless
classical, then we could confidently infer that one also possessed immorality of the
same level: possibly the case of Shakespeare (assuming it was really Lord Bacon)"
Comments by RSB:
1. Kaufmann's only footnote on this is to invite the reader to also look at the similar,
relevant passage in the "Why I am so Clever" section of Ecce Homo.
2. Nietzsche begins by pointing out that the essence of the "classical" personality is
the blessing or burden of being possessed by at least two powerful contradictory
forces, desires, or motivations at the same time. Classic heroes struggled mightily
over questions of honor and reputation, versus their continued life, limbs, love, and
happiness, etc.
3. Nietzsche uses his own theory of equilibrated contradictions to explain how a writer
like Bacon may have transcended immorality through his Shakespeare mask. Note that
in his first published musing on the subject, Nietzsche says "assuming it was really
Lord Bacon." It seems he is leaving the door open for further information or another
candidate. In his next piece, however, he seems more certain.
Ecce Homo
(written in 1888, but never published during Nietzsche's lifetime. First printing: 1908.
"The highest concept of the lyrical poet was given to me by Heinrich Heine. I seek in
vain in all the realms of history for an equally sweet and passionate music. He
possessed that divine malice without which I cannot imagine perfection: I estimate the
value of men, of races, according to the necessity by which they cannot conceive the
god apart from the satyr.
And how he handles his German! One day it will be said that Heine and I have been
by far the foremost artists of the German language at an incalculable distance from
everything mere Germans have done with it." [#1]
"I must be profoundly related to Byron's Manfred: all these abysses I found in myself;
at the age of thirteen I was ripe for this work. I have no word, only a glance, for those
who dare to pronounce the word "Faust'" in the presence of Manfred. The Germans
are incapable of any notion of greatness; proof: Schumann. Simply from fury against
this sugary Saxon, I composed a counter-overture for Manfred of which Hans von
Bulow said that he had never seen anything like it on paper, and he called it rape of
Euterpe.
When I seek my ultimate formula for Shakespeare, I always find only this: he
conceived of the type of Caesar. That sort of thing can only be guessed: one either is
it, or one is not. The great poet dips only from his own reality -- ;up to the point where
afterwards he cannot endure his work any longer.
"When I have looked into my Zarathustra, I walk up and down in my room for half an
hour, unable to master an unbearable fit of sobbing. I know no more heart-rending
reading than Shakespeare: what must a man have suffered to have such a need
of being a buffoon! [#4]
"Is Hamlet understood? Not doubt, certainty is what drives one insane.--; But
one must be profound, an abyss, a philosopher to feel that way--; We are all
afraid of truth.
And let me confess it: I feel instinctively sure and certain that Lord Bacon was
the originator, the self-tormentor [#6] of this uncanniest kind of literature: what
is the pitiable chatter of American flat-and muddle-heads to me? But the
strength required for the vision of the most powerful reality is not only
compatible with the most powerful strength for action, for monstrous action, for
crime--; it even presupposes it. [#7]
We are very far from knowing enough about Lord Bacon, the first realist in
every sense of that word, to know everything he did, wanted, and experienced in
himself."
[#1 WK's comment: "Ecce Homo was published in 1908." .. "Nietzsche's reference to
"mere Germans'" makes a point of the fact that Heine was a Jew (and very widely
resented), and Nietzsche took himself to be of Polish descent."]
I think what Nietzsche means with his "buffoon" quip is that the noble and aristocratic
actual writer of the plays had to make a buffoon of his talent by writing plays geared
for the popular stage. The word "buffoon" may have been chosen deliberately. Its
early attested use in English goes back at least to 1549. It derives from Middle French
bouffon, and further, from Italian buffone: a "jester," and from Italian buffare "to
puff out the cheeks," an archaic comic gesture. Puffy-face jester reminds one of the
cartoonish Droeshout "portrait" that was slipped in to adorn the First Folio of
Shakespeare.
Moreover, Ben Jonson used the word buffoon a lot. He also has a character called
Carlo Buffone in Every Man Out of His Humor, whom BJ describes with, "Carlo
Buffone, "a most fiend like disposition," "a public scurrilous and profane jester -- who
will swill up more sack at a sitting than would make all the guard a posset." And, "he
will sooner lose his soul than a jest, and profane even the most holy things to excite
laughter." Critics of the past have tried to associate Buffone with Marston or Dekker.
But perhaps Jonson was referring to the Stratford Man.]
[#6 RSB comment: Nietzsche seems to have projected his own neuroses onto his
heroes. He felt that great art, great accomplishment, only comes at the cost of a huge
personal struggle. Thus the true "Shakespeare" author, in Nietzsche's view, must have
suffered mightily for such a huge achievement, in what Nietzsche calls the
"uncanniest kind of literature." Next, even though Nietzsche says he is "instinctively
sure and certain that Lord Bacon was the originator" he must have still retained doubts
because of his qualifier, "We are very far from knowing enough about Lord Bacon,
the first realist in every sense of that word, to know everything he did, wanted, and
experienced in himself." In other words, he blithely classifies away the mismatches
and inelegant contradictions of the Bacon theory as simply due to a lack of primary
material on Bacon. In fact, there is enough primary material on Bacon to comfortably
disqualify him. He had neither the lightness of being, the musical wit, the lyrical ease,
nor the fundamentally satrirical, aloof, Jaques-like detached attitude to have written
the plays. However, if Nietzsche had only been exposed to the later material on
Oxford I'm sure he would have switched candidates in a heartbeat.
[#7 WK comment: "Presumably Nietzsche means that he has been persuaded, not by
American Baconians but by considerations of his own. Bacon was Lord Chancellor
and the "crime" to which he pleaded guilty in 1621 was bribery. He explained, "I was
the justest judge that was in England these last 50 years; but it was the justest censure
of Parliament that was these two hundred years. In accordance with the general
practice of the age, he said, he had accepted the gifts from litigators; but his judgment
had never been swayed by a bribe."
[#7 RSB comment: Nietzsche is saying that he has recognized this epic internal
authorial struggle in the Shakespeare texts. Thus, his discovery of Bacon is personal,
and reasonable, and derived from first principles, and not a mere reaction to the
published speculations of American Baconians. He considers Americans to be flat-
headed and muddle-headed, incapable of higher thought. He implies their adoption of
Bacon is irrational -- a mere lucky guess.
Part Three
"The historical sense (or the capacity for divining quickly the order of rank of
the evaluations according to which a people, a society, a human being has
lived, the “divinatory instinct” for the relationships of these evaluations, for the
relation of the authority of values to the authority of effective forces): this
historical sense, to which we Europeans lay claim as our specialty, has come
to us in the wake of the mad and fascinating semi-barbarism into which
Europe has been plunged through the democratic mingling of classes and
races—only the nineteenth century knows this sense, as its sixth sense. The
past of every form and mode of life, of cultures that formerly lay close beside
or on top of one another, streams into us “modern souls” thanks to this
mingling, our instincts now run back in all directions, we ourselves are a kind
of chaos. In the end, as I said before, “the spirit” perceives its advantage in all
this.
That as men of the “historical sense” we have our virtues is not to be denied—
we are unpretentious, selfless, modest, brave, full of self-restraint, full of
devotion, very grateful, very patient, very accommodating—with all that, we
are perhaps not very “tasteful.” Let us finally confess it to ourselves: that
which we men of the “historical sense” find hardest to grasp, to feel, taste,
love, that which at bottom finds us prejudiced and almost hostile, is just what
is complete and wholly mature in every art and culture, that which constitutes
actual nobility in works and in men, their moment of smooth sea and halcyon
self-sufficiency, the goldness and coldness displayed by all things which have
become perfect.
Perhaps our great virtue of the historical sense necessarily stands opposed to
good taste, or to the very best taste at any rate, and it is precisely the brief
little pieces of good luck and transfiguration of human life that here and there
come flashing up which we find most difficult and laborsome to evoke in
ourselves: those miraculous moments when a great power voluntarily halted
before the boundless and immeasurable—when a superfluity of subtle delight
in sudden restraint and petrifaction, in standing firm and fixing oneself, was
enjoyed on a ground still trembling. Measure is alien to us, let us admit it to
ourselves; what we itch for is the infinite, the unmeasured. Like a rider on a
charging steed we let fall the reins before the infinite, we modern men, like
semi-barbarians—and attain our state of bliss only when we are also most—in
danger."
Comments by RSB:
Could it really have been political freedom that led this poet to sympathize
with Brutus—and turned him into Brutus' accomplice? Or was political
freedom only a symbol for something inexpressible? Could it be that we
confront some unknown dark event and adventure in the poet's own soul of
which he wants to speak only in signs? What is all of Hamlet's melancholy
compared to that of Brutus!—and perhaps Shakespeare knew both from
firsthand experience! Perhaps he, too, had his gloomy hour and his evil
angel, like Brutus!
But whatever similarities and secret relationships there may have been:
before the whole figure and virtue of Brutus, Shakespeare prostrated himself,
feeling unworthy and remote:—his witness of this is written into the tragedy.
Twice he brings in a poet, and twice he pours such an impatient and ultimate
contempt over him that it sounds like a cry—the cry of self-contempt. Brutus,
even Brutus, loses patience as the poet enters—conceited, pompous,
obtrusive, as poets often are—apparently overflowing with possibilities of
greatness, including moral greatness, although in the philosophy of his deeds
and his life he rarely attains even ordinary integrity.
"I'll know his humor when he knows his time. What should the wars do with
these jiggling fools? Companion, hence!" shouts Brutus. This should be
translated back into the soul of the poet who wrote it.
Comments by RSB:
2. Elsewhere Nietzsche elucidates his grand idea that Tragedy is the very
essence of the human experience, and thus the great Tragedians like
Shakespeare provide a mirror to life that shows, in a clear light, the brutal truth
of things. To Nietzsche, only adversity and struggle educe the greatest
strength from humans. Nietzsche was amplifying the thoughts of Heraclitus,
the pre-Socratic philosopher whom Nietzsche so admired. Heraclitus taught
that all beings are in a state of continuous struggle and competition --- but that
this was not a bad thing, it was a fertile dynamic that spurred growth and
evolution in all creatures and ideas.
The Dawn - published 1881
Section #240
Comment by RSB:
1. Nietzsche views the effect of witnessing Shakespeare tragedies as
potentially transformative and transportable. Because Nietzsche considered
himself above and beyond morality, he has projected this "quality" onto
Shakespeare as well. Yet, religious readers often argue that there is a deep
moral structure to Shakespeare. Conversely, the character Hamlet says,
"there is nothing
either good or bad, but thinking makes it so...
HAMLET Act II, sc 2
ROSENCRANTZ - Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too narrow for your mind.
HAMLET - O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space,
were it not that I have bad dreams.
GUILDENSTERN - Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the
shadow of a dream.
ROSENCRANTZ - Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
Human, All too Human - published 1878
Section #162
Cult of the genius out of vanity.— Because we think well of ourselves, but
nonetheless never suppose ourselves capable of producing a painting like
one of Raphael's or a dramatic scene like one of Shakespeare's, we convince
ourselves that the capacity to do so is quite extraordinarily marvelous, a
wholly uncommon accident, or, if we are still religiously inclined, a mercy from
on high. Thus our vanity, our self-love, promotes the cult of the genius: for
only if we think of him as being very remote from us, as a miraculum, does he
not aggrieve us (even Goethe, who was without envy, called Shakespeare his
star of the most distant heights ["William! Stern der schönsten Ferne": from
Goethe's, "Between Two Worlds"]; in regard to which one might recall the
lines: "the stars, these we do not desire" [from Goethe's, "Comfort in Tears"]).
But, aside from these suggestions of our vanity, the activity of the genius
seems in no way fundamentally different from the activity of the inventor of
machines, the scholar of astronomy or history, the master of tactics. All these
activities are explicable if one pictures to oneself people whose thinking is
active in one direction, who employ everything as material, who always
zealously observe their own inner life and that of others, who perceive
everywhere models and incentives, who never tire of combining together the
means available to them. Genius too does nothing except learn first how to lay
bricks then how to build, except continually seek for material and continually
form itself around it. Every activity of man is amazingly complicated, not only
that of the genius: but none is a "miracle."— Whence, then, the belief that
genius exists only in the artist, orator and philosopher? that only they have
"intuition"? (Whereby they are supposed to possess a kind of miraculous
eyeglass with which they can see directly into "the essence of the thing"!) It is
clear that people speak of genius only where the effects of the great intellect
are most pleasant to them and where they have no desire to feel envious. To
call someone "divine" means: "here there is no need for us to compete." Then,
everything finished and complete is regarded with admiration, everything still
becoming is undervalued. But no one can see in the work of the artist how it
has become; that is its advantage, for wherever one can see the act of
becoming one grows somewhat cool. The finished and perfect art of
representation repulses all thinking as to how it has become; it tyrannizes as
present completeness and perfection. That is why the masters of the art of
representation count above all as gifted with genius and why men of science
do not. In reality, this evaluation of the former and undervaluation of the latter
is only a piece of childishness in the realm of reason.
176
221
The revolution in poetry.— The stern constraint the French dramatists
imposed upon themselves in regard to unity of action, of place and of time, to
style, to construction of verse and sentence, to choice of words and ideas,
was as vital a schooling as that of counterpoint and fugue in the development
of modern music or as the Gorgian tropes in Greek rhetoric. To fetter oneself
in this way can seem absurd; nonetheless there is no way of getting free of
naturalization than that of first limiting oneself to what is most severe (perhaps
also most capricious). Thus one gradually learns to walk with poise even upon
narrow bridges spanning dizzying abysses and brings the highest suppleness
of movement home as booty: as has been demonstrated to the eyes of
everyone now living by the history of music. Here we see how the fetters grow
looser step by step, until in the end it can appear as though they have been
wholly thrown off: this appearance is the supreme outcome of a necessary
evolution in art. No such gradual emergence out of self-imposed fetters has
occurred in the case of modern poetry. Lessing made French form, that is to
say the only modern artistic form, into a laughing-stock in Germany and
pointed to Shakespeare, and thus we forewent the steady continuity of that
unfettering and made a leap into naturalism—that is to say, back to the
beginnings of art. Goethe attempted to rescue himself from this situation
through his ability again and again to impose differing kinds of constraint upon
himself; but even the most gifted can achieve only a continual experimentation
once the thread of evolution has been broken. Schiller owed his relative
firmness of form to having modeled himself on French tragedy, which, though
he repudiated, he involuntarily respected, and maintained a degree of
independence of Lessing (whose dramatic experiments he is known to have
rejected). After Voltaire the French themselves were suddenly lacking in the
great talents who could have led the evolution of tragedy out of constraint on
to that appearance of freedom; later they too copied the Germans and made
the leap into a kind of Rousseauesque state of nature in art and
experimented. One only has to read Voltaire's Mahomet from time to time to
bring clearly before one's soul what European culture has lost once and for all
through this breach with tradition. Voltaire was the last great dramatist to
subdue through Greek moderation a soul many-formed and equal to the
mightiest thunderstorms of tragedy—he was able to do what no German has
yet been able to do because the nature of the Frenchman is much more
closely related to the Greek than is the nature of the German—just as he was
also the last great writer to possess a Greek ear, Greek artistic
conscientiousness, Greek charm and simplicity in the treatment of prose
speech; just as he was, indeed, one of the last men able to unite in himself the
highest freedom of spirit and an altogether unrevolutionary disposition without
being inconsistent and cowardly. Since his time the modern spirit, with its
restlessness, its hatred for bounds and moderation, has come to dominate in
every domain, at first let loose by the fever of revolution and then, when
assailed by fear and horror of itself, again laying constraints upon itself—but
the constraints of logic, no longer those of artistic moderation. It is true that for
a time unfettering enables us to enjoy the poetry of all peoples, all that has
grown up in hidden places, the primitive, wild-blooming, strangely beautiful
and gigantically irregular, from the folksong up to the "great barbarian"
Shakespeare; we taste the joys of local color and costumes such as all artistic
nations have hitherto been strangers to; we make abundant employment of
the "barbaric advantages" of our age that Goethe urged against Schiller's
objections [Goethe to Schiller, June 27, 1797] so as to set the formlessness of
his Faust in the most favorable light. But for how much longer? The inbreaking
flood of poetry of all styles of all peoples must gradually sweep away all the
soil in which a quiet, hidden growth would still have been possible; all poets
must become experimenting imitators and foolhardy copiers, however great
their powers may have been at first; the public, finally, which has forgotten
how to see in the harnessing of the powers of representation, in the mastering
of all the expedients of art and their organization, the actual artistic deed, must
increasingly value artistic power for its own sake, indeed color for its own
sake, the idea for its own sake, inspiration for its own sake, will consequently
no longer enjoy the elements and terms of the work of art if not in isolation,
and in the long run make the natural demand that the artist must also present
them to it in isolation. One has indeed thrown off the "unreasonable" fetters of
Franco-Hellenic art, but without noticing it has accustomed oneself to finding
all fetters, all limitation unreasonable; and thus art moves towards its
dissolution and in doing so ranges—which is extremely instructive, to be
sure—through all the phases of its beginnings, its childhood, its imperfection,
its former hazardous enterprises and extravagances: in going down to
destruction it interprets its birth and becoming. One of the great upon whose
instinct one can no doubt rely and whose theory lacked nothing except thirty
years more practice—Lord Byron once said: "So far as poetry is concerned,
the more I reflect on it, the more firmly am I convinced that we are all on the
wrong path, every one of us. We all pursue a revolutionary system inwardly
false—our own or the next generation will arrive at the same conviction."
[Byron to John Murray, Sept. 15 1817: "... With regard to poetry in general, I
am convinced, the more I think of it, that he [Moore] and all of us—Scott,
Southey, Wordsworth, Moore, Campbell, I,—are all in the wrong, one as much
as another; that we are upon a wrong revolutionary poetical system, or
systems, not worth a damn in itself, and from which none but Rogers and
Crabbe are free; and that the present and next generations will finally be of
this opinion...."]
It is this same Byron who says: "I regard Shakespeare as the worst of all
models, even though the most extraordinary of poets." [Byron to Murray,
July 14 1821: "Shakespeare's the worst model, if a great poet."
(Nietzsche read these letters in a German edition of Byron, namely:
Vermischte Schriften, Briefwechsel und Lebensgeschichte—"Assorted
Writings, Letters and Life History"—translated by Ernst Ortlepp.)] And does
the mature artistic insight that Goethe achieved in the second half of his life
not at bottom say exactly the same thing?—that insight with which he gained
such a start of a whole series of generations that one can assert that on the
whole Goethe has not yet produced any effect at all and that his time is still to
come? It is precisely because his nature held him for a long rime on the path
of the poetical revolution, precisely because he savored most thoroughly all
that had been discovered in the way of new inventions, views and expedients
through that breach with tradition and as it were dug out from beneath the
ruins of art, that his later transformation and conversion carries so much
weight: it signifies that he felt the profoundest desire to regain the traditional
ways of art and to bestow upon the ruins and colonnades of the temple that
still remained their ancient wholeness and perfection at any rate with the eye
of imagination if strength of arm should prove too weak to construct where
such tremendous forces were needed even to destroy. Thus he lived in art as
in recollection of true art: his writing had become an aid to recollection, to an
understanding of ancient, long since vanished artistic epochs. His demands
were, to be sure, having regard to the powers possessed by the modern age
unfulfillable; the pain he felt at that fact was, however, amply counterbalanced
by the joy of knowing that they once had been fulfilled and that we too can still
participate in this fulfillment. Not individuals, but more or less idealized masks;
no actuality, but an allegorical universalization; contemporary characters, local
color evaporated almost to invisibility and rendered mythical; present-day
sensibility and the problems of present-day society compressed to the
simplest forms, divested of their stimulating, enthralling, pathological qualities
and rendered ineffectual in every sense but the artistic; no novel material or
characters, but the ancient and long-familiar continually reanimated and
transformed: this is art as Goethe later understood it, as the Greeks and, yes,
the French practiced it.
Comment by RSB:
1. Again, it is Nietzsche's belief that the Shakespeare author must have
struggled intensely with the twin but opposing angels of his personality.
Nietzsche correctly intuited that the real Shakespeare author must have been
reacting to accusations of a crime, or reverberating from the reality of his own
misdeeds. While the Stratford Man seems to have largely evaded legal
consequences, and Nietzsche did not consider other candidates who ran afoul
of the State (like Raleigh) he latched onto Bacon, who suffered from a bribery
case against him that somewhat ruined his reputation. Yet I cannot fathom
how Nietzsche avoided looking at the chronology. Nashe speaks of Hamlet as
early as 1589. Bacon's career did nothing but rise through the the next 30
years. Bacon only suffered disgrace in 1621 when he was accused of graft.
How does this embarrassment and conflict work its way retroactively to the
years when the plays were actually written? Nietzsche doesn't go there.
Contribution toward the Study and the Critique of the Sources of Diogenes Laertius -
May 1870
Untimely Meditations:
- David Strauss: the confessor & the writer - published August 8, 1873
- On the Use and Abuse of History for Life - published February 22, 1874
- Schopenhauer as Educator - published October 15, 1874
- Richard Wagner in Bayreuth - published July 10, 1876
Human, All Too Human: A Supplement: Mixed Opinions and Maxims - published March
20, 1879
Idylls from Messina (in "Internationale Monatsschrift," May 1882) - published June 1882
Thus Spoke Zarathustra IV - distributed May 1885 (first trade ed. published March
1892)
The Birth Of Tragedy, Third Edition (New Title: The Birth of Tragedy Or: Hellenism and
Pessimism) - published October 31, 1886
Human, All Too Human, Second Edition (Volume I): New Preface - published October
31, 1886
Human, All Too Human, Second Edition (Volume II): New Preface, Mixed Opinions and
Maxims and The Wanderer and His Shadow - published October 31, 1886
Thus Spoke Zarathustra I, II, III (New Title Page) - published late 1886
The Dawn, Second Edition: New Preface - published June 24, 1887
The Gay Science, Second Edition: New Title Page, Preface, Book V, and Songs of
Prince Vogelfrei - published June 24, 1887
Hymn to Life, for Mixed Chorus and Orchestra - published October 20, 1887
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Is it not strange that the only books by Nietzsche that contained his statements that
Shakespeare was, perhaps, really Francis Bacon, were the only two books NOT
published in his lifetime.
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