I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell :"
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Oh Barbara, how kind you are! That was said with all the concern of a doting mother.... or a teacher, at any rate. But really, you needn't worry. There may be a certain danger in romanticism (think 'Madame Bovary') but cynicism is a position of relative security. It is based on an instinct for self-protection, a perceived need to keep life's woes at bay. Humour springs from precisely the same instinct - which explains why cynical people are often very, very funny. Just think of the English. Their entire history of comedic genius is based on nothing other than a predilection for misery. Have you heard this anoynomous proverb: "The Scots are at home but when they are abroad, the Irish are at peace but when they are at war, and the English are happy but when they are miserable". I discern much sanity in this attitude. James Joyce, in comparing the English to the French, suggested that the French lack the talent for humour because they do not possess the Englishman's "humility before life". I think that this spirit informs so much that is (or was) great about English culture. You find it in Winnie the Pooh, Wind in the Willows, Black Adder, the plays of Alan Bennett, the poetry of A.E. Houssman, and the music of Morrissey. The latter once claimed in an interview: "I could never do anything so vulgar as enjoy myself". How brilliant is that!
I've always found it interesting how the genders differ in their attitudes to cynicism. At some level, almost all men are cynics, but women rarely succumb to this frame of mind. Why do you think this is? I have a few ideas but, at the risk of offending any readers (you especially Barbara), I think I'll just toss off some Oscar Wilde quotes instead:
'Idealism precedes experience, cynicism is what follows.'
'No, I am not at all cynical, I have merely got experience, which, however, is very much the same thing.'
'Men know life too early. Women too late'.
I must say Barbara, I had a wee chuckle when you recommended 'Wilhelm Meister' to me. I have not yet read this book but I know some things about it and it is high on my reading list. As I understand, it tells the story of one man's integration into bourgeois society - a plot to which I am bound to relate. And you were right to point out the development in Goethe's thought. In later years, he reacted violently against the pathological elements in romanticism, embracing instead a more serenely classical form of art. You mention his great love poems and so I shall leave you with some lines:
"You kiss with such pointed lips
Like a dove sipping water
You are really too dainty."
P.S. - Writing this has given me a great idea for a new thread, which I am going to start immediately. Feel free to contribute. You are very interesting.
Hm, you're not only cynical, but sharp as well. You found me out - I'm a teacher. But I'm also a comedian (and people part with their money willingly to see my group and have a good laugh) - and I'm not cynical at all. I don't indulge in misery - neither my own nor other people's -, and I enjoy myself as much as I can (right now, as a matter of fact). If I understand Morrissey's quote right, she was having the interviewer on for some reason (don't know the context). In that case it's brilliant. She didn't mean it literally, did she? Because if she did, she would be just another person immersing in their own (imaginary) misery and suffering, carrying the world upon their shoulders - and enjoying themselves immensely by doing just that. Somewhat contradictory, don't you think?
The issue may or may not be a gender problem. I do not think that "almost all men are cynics" - most of the men I know are not. I will concede, however, that from my experience more male than female teachers are inclined to turn to cynicism after several years of teaching. (Cf. your Oscar Wilde quotes #1 and 2; # 3 is - sorry - rubbish, but may have been true in his time).
About your sanity thread: I think the administrator did the right thing. In my view there is no such thing as "national character". I'm an individual, and I don't want people to judge me from my nationality. I don't believe in the wisdom of sentences like "All Americans/Britons/Germans/Belgians... are/do/..." They aren't, and they don't.
Wow, hope that doesn't sound too much like a lecture. (That's the teacher for you. No offence intended.)![]()
PS: I like you. arguing with you is fun. Enjoying myself.
PS 2: Enjoy yourself with Wilhelm Meister.
PS 3: You say you leave me with some lines. You leave me baffled.
Uh oh, mixed up Morrissey and Morissette (Alanis) last night. Must have been late. Sorry!
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Hello Barbara, Today I am typing not from the computer suite in my old university but from an internet cafe in Central Otago. I moved here today to do some vinyard work during harvest. This means I'll be checking this site much less frequently than was previously the case. As I have only an allocated amount of time I am racing against the clock to type this and you must excuse me if it reads a little clumsily.
The main thing that I want to say here is that I am terribly upset about having my thread locked - on intellectual grounds. To compare and contrast nationalities is an endless thrill and it is patently absurd to deny the existence of national identity. There are reasons why Russian literature is sorrowful, French is bitter and German is wistful. Though we may may try to be individualists, we never really escape the cultural milieu into which we are born. In the thread about 'the last film you saw' I made some comments about NZ national identity. This is very much a part of who I am. If you read Thomas Mann's 'Doctor Faustus' you will find one of the most eloquent and moving ruminations on German national identity ever written. In this work, Mann searches for the roots of Germany's tragic fate (post WW2) by telling the life story of a fictitious composer, Adrian Leverkhun. Highly recommended. Anyhow, my time is up so I must leave it at that.
Hello Werther,
I may have been a bit too insistent in my rejection of a national character, and I do admit that there may be some kind of cultural identity in a nation (though dwindling in times of globalization). But you cannot characterize all German literature as "wistful". Not even Thomas Mann's works are wistful throughout (Der Erwählte, Felix Krull). And I don't know about all French literature being "bitter".
Please don't be too upset about your thread being closed. What scared me (and probably the administrator) most was your suggestion to connect a nation's literature with its "sanity". While many people will concede that their nation may be at fault here and there, most of them will draw the line at their own and their country's sanity.
But if you find cultural identity so thrilling why don't you open a thread asking whether people think that e.g. German literature is wistful? I would be happy to contribute.
By the way, how do you characterize American and British literature?
PS: Couldn't find your comments on NZ in the movie thread.
Hi Barbara, Just another quick word from me. I want to here defend my use of the term 'sanity'. Far too little discussion revolves around this term and that is to be much regretted. If more judgements were made from the point of view of sanity, half the world's problems would be solved over night. But because, in our modern world, we live in paranoid fear of being considered mad or eccentric, we refrain from using such language. It didn't stop Nietzsche - he called Antiquity 'the sanest period in human history'. And my hero, Morrissey, called the English 'the sanest people in the world'. It is really the most effective language in which to express a value judgement. Nietzsche was wholly concerned with diagnosing the mental and spiritual health of modern man, and although Hitler misappropriated Nietzsche's philosophy for his own ends, it is a shame that more social discourse does not centre on the notion of 'decadence', or 'degeneracy'. In my view, the modern capitalist world is a madhouse. Modern art is degenerate and intelligent people need to decry it as such. Our future depends upon it.
I expect that the administrator also felt that comparing cultures would incite conflict. Oh dear! Where do I begin? Recognising and celebrating cultural difference is not only fun, but it is also very healthy. In our increasingly homogenised multi-cultural world, so many ills result from our pretending that we do not differ. It may seem paradoxical, but when we acknowledge difference we get along much better. (Because we know each other much better.) Also, it can be very, very funny. A couple of weeks ago I was watching the British comedy series, 'Absolute Power'. The character playing opposite Stephen Fry exclaims, 'Humour, where would we be without it?' Stephen Fry's pensive response: 'Germany, I should think.' Ha, ha!
Anyhow, I must leave it at that. To find my other posts Barbara, just click on my name and there should be an option: 'read all posts by this person'. My film recommendations are very good! Also, let me say that there is a big difference between Morrissey and Alanis Morrissette. If you do not know much about Morrissey, I urge you to discover him for yourself. Listen to his music, read his interviews (@morrissey-solo.com) and step into his world. He really is a fascinating figure; one of the great cultural icons of our age, in my view.
Best wishes, John
P.S - Glad you like me. (You have good taste)
P.P.S - the Goethe quote was not meant to baffle you, merely to charm you!
So you're concerned about your mental health? Don't worry. The doctor is: in. Here's the prescription. Throw Herr Nietzsche out of the window - no wait, hide him somewhere lest an innocent child might find him and become infected. And while you're at it, you might hide Herr Leverkuhn as well. And as going for a walk will improve your health considerably, leave your musty room of the 19th century and walk in the park of the 21st. In case it rains, you may also walk through a museum of modern art. Don't go to the room labelled "I don't know the first thing about art, but I know what I like". Instead, talk to an expert. Make sure the expert is not Mr Morrissey in disguise. This should be an excellent therapy to cure you from the viruses and bacteria mentioned above. Get well soon!
PS: Took me some time to think about this. Your post gave me the creeps and made me speechless for a while. But no offence intended.
Young Werther was a whinny, emo lil rear-end.
Edit: Umm. Yeah, definitely rather creepy.
'But Zarthustra became sad and said to his heart: "They do not understand me: I am not the mouth for these ears. I seem to have lived too long in the mountains; I listened too much to brooks and trees: now I talk to them as to goatherds. My soul is unmoved and bright as the mountains in the morning. But they think I am cold and I jeer and make dreadful jests. And now they look at me and laugh: and as they laugh they even hate me. There is ice in their laughter'.
Yes, I am back from the mountains after a long absence and, like Zarathustra himself, I seem to have descended into the marketplace. The reception to my last post - which can only be described as hysterical - was so completely unjustified and spiteful. The Western world is, and has been, a sinking ship for the last 200 years (at least) and if someone dares mention the word 'degenerate' or 'decadent', if someone dares to call the modern world a 'madhouse', this is how they are treated. To acquiesce in the general decline of Western civilisation implies such a terrible lack of feeling and apathy. And whatever one might say against Hitler, he did care - which is more than can be said for most people. When I decried modern art as degenerate, I was speaking of art in the most general sense. Hollywood action films, popular music of the last decade, mindless television, the death of theatre - these are the things that are having such an adverse effect on today's youth. Am I the only one who cares about these things? And for the record, I know an awful lot about art and I feel quite justified in loathing a lot of what finds its way into contemporary galleries. I highly recommend you read Steven Pinker's diagnosis of modern art in 'The Blank Slate'. Steven Pinker is an amazing writer and very perceptive. Let me further add that I am quite content living in my 19th century time-warp. The 21st century appals me and only insensitive barbarians can live through it without being offended on a daily basis. Given this, I would suggest that Nietzsche has never been so relevant and children should be pumped with him from kindergarden onwards. What a sane world that would be! And Barbara, please do not attack Morrissey - some subjects are sacrisanct.
So, if I have been understood, I am really in no need of a diagnosis and am quite secure in the fact of my own sanity. But here, with the very best intentions and no feelings of malice, I will offer you a character assessment. I read your comments on another thread concerning your changing attitude to Mann's 'Buddenbrooks' after having children. As Lisaveta tells Tonio (in Tonio Kroger), I think you are, at bottom, a bourgeois. I do not mean this in an altogether complimentary way. Mann's 'burgherlich' nature - his strong ethical relationship to the bourgeois way of life - is something I have always objected to in his writing. How much SANER Flaubert was in proclaiming that 'hatred of the bourgeois is the beginning of wisdom'. I imagine you as something like the character Gabriele from Mann's novella 'Tristan'; artistically inclined but ultimately drawn to the Kloterjahn's of this world. (I make no secret of the fact that I belong to the side of Herr Spinnell.) Sometimes I think that this is basically the female condition, but then I am reminded of somebody like Germaine Greer (God bless her) who rejects conventionality and is not afraid to be considered mad by the vulgar mob.
Anyway, I don't think I'll contribute anymore to this forum. I've enjoyed our little flirtation but ultimately, I just really hate computers. (Back to my 19th century time-warp!) I think I'll check once more to see if you respond to this post. I hope so.
All the best, Werther.
You feel misunderstood? I thought as much. I should have known that my answer would not keep you from walking a path that must be considered dangerous.
Hitler cared??!! The only one Hitler cared for was himself, was his EGO in capital letters. Being German and no longer quite young, I should know. Visit his dictatorship in books like "1984" or talk to a Jewish survivor of a concentration camp. You seem to loathe democracy and long for a "strong man" (especially man!), a dictator. Fine. Have a look at North Korea. Certainly no degenerated art there. And no degenerated TV, either.
And things were better in the past? Usually I hear that from old people who are perfectly capable of blocking everything bad from their memory of the past and only remember the positive sides. All these old people (the oldest record can be found in ancient Greece) seem to be complaining that times have changed for the worse, that culture is degenerating and that there is decadence all over. And that is - among a few others - a reason why Germans fell for Hitler (especially the bourgeois). Would you really have art go back to Arno Breker, films to Leni Riefenstahl?
Sure, democracy is not ideal. But then, what is? Democracy brings relative freedom, one of them being to speak your mind in a forum or wherever you please. The dangers are that people may misuse their freedoms. But I'd rather have that and fight against it as far as it is possible for me in public than having to fight against a dictatorship stealthily, with my own and my family's life at stake. (There's the bourgeois for you!) Sure, atrocities and crimes against "good taste" (whatever that may be) are committed every day, but if I look at the atrocities and crimes of centuries past I do not find them easier to bear than today's.
I implore you to get off this track. Get real. I wish you all the best. You will mature in time, experience and further study will show you what else there is to see. Bye.
PS: I don't mind being called "bürgerlich" in a certain way. But if your analysis of my character is grounded on that one post you mentioned, I'd like to tell you that I could not tell the whole truth in a public forum. It wasn't entirely the children.
Alright, I'll leave it at that. There is much I could say in response but I seem to have upset you - which was not my intention. I don't think my views are extreme in the least, and certainly not 'dangerous.' As for Hitler, remember that his favourite writer was Arthur Schopenhauer who espoused an essentially Buddhist philosophy which puts emphasis on the redeeming power of pity and compassion. Schopenhauer's philosophy treats life ('will') as an organic whole which is blind, amoral and malevalent. To organise life in such a way that misery and sorrow is minimised - which was clearly Hitler's aim - is not, per se, a bad thing, surely? He was obviously an extreme megalomaniac but one does a great disservice to history to not try to understand him. 'Tout comprendre, tout pardonner'. And by the way, my criticism of demo-crass-y does not mean I long for a strong man! The 'hard-man' ethos that Nietzsche advocates is always the thing I have found most distasteful in his philosophy. (Again, I recommend Mann's BRILLIANT essay 'Nietzsche's philosophy in the light of recent history'.) No, what I long for is civility and beauty! I long to be ruled by a responsible and flamboyant queen, like Ludwig the second of Bavaria! Remember that my favourite writer is Oscar Wilde. And so as I bid you farewell, I shall leave you with a charming Wilde quote which is sure to bring a smile back to your face.
"It is love, not German philosophy, that is the true explanation of life".
Adieu.
I knew you'd want to have the last word.![]()
PS: Hitler- Schopenhauer: misconception.
King Ludwig: rather a "fairy queen" ...Did you know he wasted his subjects' money for his own purpose? Oh, decandence wherever the eye may wander ...
Go on dreaming, my boy, but not too long. Wake up some time.
All the best and farewell,
Barbara
Edit: How about the paintings by Max Beckmann which StLukesguild posted in the art thread? Hitler thought that was degenerated.
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