/lit/ - Literature

What was his type?

>"The Negro, virile, vigorous, youthful, overtook the French in Haiti. A premonition rather than an isolated outburst, the rest of the European world, lulled by false scientific theories of racial superiority, will soon share her fate."

>>19883618
>>19883627

Thanks, guys. This + good ole Nietzsche should do it.

>>19851724
There is.

>>19839884

>affirm life
>overcome life
Which did I choose, /lit/?

What was his political philosophy? Aristocratic radicalism, Bonapartism, proto-fascism, individualist anarchism? What the hell did he want?

>>19691992
Dissolving the ego is an ecstatic act similar to ejaculation or death, but one should come down from the mountain and become man again. The combination of Dionysus and Apollo is where it’s at.

>Christianity destroyed for us the whole harvest of ancient civilization, and later it also destroyed for us the whole harvest of Mohammedan civilization. The wonderful culture of the Moors in Spain, which was fundamentally nearer to us and appealed more to our senses and tastes than that of Rome and Greece, was trampled down Why? Because it had to thank noble and manly instincts for its origin--because it said yes to life, even to the rare and refined luxuriousness of Moorish life!
lmao people actually take this dude seriously

Well /lit/, have you legislated your own values?

this postmodern denizen of satan. this self satisfied agent of misery. why did i read him. it took me a long fucking time to realize it but he's right. there is no "true world". this is it, there's nothing else. the correlationist kantian view of reality being some kind of illusion was cozy, I just didn't realize how cozy it made me. I guess Schopenhauer gave me a taste of what being born into christianity feels like. It was nice.

Fuck Darwin, fuck Nietzsche, fuck Freud and fuck rorty. It's going to take weeks to recover from this. I never in my life thought a book of philosophy could harm me the way the hunger games harms 25 year old women. Jesus. I guess I have no choice but to read Whitehead and Ponty now eh? Make some sense of all this. I don't have time to think about it myself and, crucially, I'm retarded.

>>19640139
They do

>>19640516
ressentiment


BOOM.

>women are... le bad
Fucking really?

Is he the most overrated philosopher of all time? He is arguably the most famous philosopher in popular culture. If you want to make your media edgy and grimdark, just inject Nietzsche quotes (e.g. the Dark Knight: "what does not kill me only makes me stranger"; Watchmen "the Abyss Gazes Also") There's a reason edgelords and narcissists have Nietzsche as their first introduction to philosophy.

However, if one actually studies philo, you'd find out that serious philosophers such as Russell (and to an extent, Cioran) actually dismiss him and his "philosophy" as the "power fantasies of an invalid". Compared to fully fledged logical systems like those designed by Aristotle, Kant or Hegel, Nietzsche's "philosophy" seems to be schizo ramblings tainted by obsession with Hellenic heroism and disdain for Christianity.

You already know who it is.

Does Nietzsche answer what "the good" actually is? He gives examples of different stuff people done thought it was, and links into the idea of slave and noble morality, but he doesn't seem to answer what good actually is. He seems to think broadly that it's what makes you happy, or keeps your spirit healthy, hence all the references to sickness and etc. But then anything that nurtures your spirit to happiness/health, even the asceticism he dislikes, can be good? Or does he just believe asceticism is overprescribed, given that he says that one should practice self-control as opposed to asceticism, to become more powerful?

>didn’t read Nietzsche
Found your problem

>In reality there has been only one Christian, and he died on the Cross.” – The Antichrist §39

I still have no idea what the will to power is.

>>19545235
>I HEARD, once again for the first time, Richard Wagner's overture to the Mastersinger: it is a piece of magnificent, gorgeous, heavy, latter-day art, which has the pride to presuppose two centuries of music as still living, in order that it may be understood:—it is an honour to Germans that such a pride did not miscalculate! What flavours and forces, what seasons and climes do we not find mingled in it! It impresses us at one time as ancient, at another time as foreign, bitter, and too modern, it is as arbitrary as it is pompously traditional, it is not infrequently roguish, still oftener rough and coarse—it has fire and courage, and at the same time the loose, dun-coloured skin of fruits which ripen too late. It flows broad and full: and suddenly there is a moment of inexplicable hesitation, like a gap that opens between cause and effect, an oppression that makes us dream, almost a nightmare; but already it broadens and widens anew, the old stream of delight—the most manifold delight,—of old and new happiness; including ESPECIALLY the joy of the artist in himself, which he refuses to conceal, his astonished, happy cognizance of his mastery of the expedients here employed, the new, newly acquired, imperfectly tested expedients of art which he apparently betrays to us. All in all, however, no beauty, no South, nothing of the delicate southern clearness of the sky, nothing of grace, no dance, hardly a will to logic; a certain clumsiness even, which is also emphasized, as though the artist wished to say to us: "It is part of my intention"; a cumbersome drapery, something arbitrarily barbaric and ceremonious, a flirring of learned and venerable conceits and witticisms; something German in the best and worst sense of the word, something in the German style, manifold, formless, and inexhaustible; a certain German potency and super-plenitude of soul, which is not afraid to hide itself under the RAFFINEMENTS of decadence—which, perhaps, feels itself most at ease there; a real, genuine token of the German soul, which is at the same time young and aged, too ripe and yet still too rich in futurity. This kind of music expresses best what I think of the Germans: they belong to the day before yesterday and the day after tomorrow—THEY HAVE AS YET NO TODAY.

>>19536063

You read the wrong man's work, my son.

I've spent years reading philosophy, everything from Nicholas of Cusa to Sloterdijk. I finally want to knuckle down and read him. What would you recommend? No introductory stuff, and no lame translators.

>There is one single case where I acknowledge my equal – I recognise it with profound gratitude. Frau Cosima has by far the noblest nature.