Friedrich Nietzsche

Friedrich Nietzsche Poems

Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning
ran to the market place, and cried incessantly:

O noon of life! A time to celebrate!
Oh garden of summer!
Restless happiness in standing, gazing, waiting:—

Friedrich Nietzsche Biography

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche was a German philosopher, poet, composer, cultural critic, and classical philologist. He wrote critical texts on religion, morality, contemporary culture, philosophy, and science, displaying a fondness for metaphor, irony, and aphorism. Nietzsche's key ideas include the "death of God", the Übermensch, the eternal recurrence, the Apollonian and Dionysian dichotomy, perspectivism, and the will to power. Central to his philosophy is the idea of "life-affirmation", which involves questioning of all doctrines that drain life's expansive energies, however socially prevalent and radical those views might be. His influence remains substantial within philosophy, notably in existentialism, post-modernism, and post-structuralism, as well as outside it. His radical questioning of the value and objectivity of truth has been the focus of extensive commentary, especially in the continental tradition. Nietzsche began his career as a classical philologist before turning to philosophy. In 1869, at the age of twenty-four he was appointed to the Chair of Classical Philology at the University of Basel (the youngest individual to have held this position), but resigned in the summer of 1879 due to health problems that plagued him most of his life. At the age of forty-five in 1889 he suffered a collapse and a complete loss of his mental faculties. The breakdown had been ascribed to atypical general paralysis attributed to tertiary syphilis, but this diagnosis has since come into question. He lived his remaining years in the care of his mother until her death in 1897, then under the care of his sister until his death in 1900. His sister Elisabeth Förster-Nietzsche, acted as curator and editor of Nietzsche's manuscripts during his illness. She was married to a prominent German nationalist and antisemite, Bernhard Förster, and she reworked some of Nietzsche's unpublished writings to fit her husband's ideology, often in ways contrary to Nietzsche's opinions, which were strongly and explicitly opposed to antisemitism and nationalism (see Nietzsche's criticism of anti-Semitism and nationalism). Through Förster-Nietzsche's editions, Nietzsche's name became associated with German militarism and Nazism, but twentieth century scholars have worked hard to counteract the abuse of Nietzsche's philosophy by this ideology and rediscover the original writings of Nietzsche, unedited by his sister. .)

The Best Poem Of Friedrich Nietzsche

Parable Of The Madman

Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning
ran to the market place, and cried incessantly:
'I seek God! I seek God!'
As many of those who did not believe in God
were standing around just then,
he provoked much laughter.
Has he got lost? asked one.
Did he lose his way like a child? asked another.
Or is he hiding?
Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated?
Thus they yelled and laughed.

The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes.
'Whither is God?' he cried; 'I will tell you.
We have killed him--you and I.
All of us are his murderers.
But how did we do this?
How could we drink up the sea?
Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon?
What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun?
Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving?
Away from all suns?
Are we not plunging continually?
Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions?
Is there still any up or down?
Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing?
Do we not feel the breath of empty space?
Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us?
Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning?
Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers
who are burying God?
Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition?
Gods, too, decompose.
God is dead.
God remains dead.
And we have killed him.

'How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?
What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled
to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us?
What water is there for us to clean ourselves?
What festivals of atonement, what sacred gamesshall we have to invent?
Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us?
Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us -
For the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all
history hitherto.'

Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners;
and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment.
At last he threw his lantern on the ground,
and it broke into pieces and went out.
'I have come too early,' he said then; 'my time is not yet.
This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering;
it has not yet reached the ears of men.
Lightning and thunder require time;
the light of the stars requires time;
deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard.
This deed is still more distant from them than most distant stars -
and yet they have done it themselves.

It has been related further that on the same day
the madman forced his way into several churches
and there struck up his requiem aeternam deo.
Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing
'What after all are these churches now
if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?'

Friedrich Nietzsche Comments

Fabrizio Frosini 04 March 2016

''Schild der Nothwendigkeit! / Höchstes Gestirn des Seins! / –das kein Wunsch erreicht, / das kein Nein befleckt, / ewiges Ja des Sein's, / ewig bin ich dein Ja: / denn ich liebe dich, oh Ewigkeit! '' - Friedrich Nietzsche, in “Dionysos – Dithyramben” (1882-’84)

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Muhammed Mustafa 13 March 2014

he was also a philologist

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Friedrich Nietzsche Quotes

Out of a brotherly love we occasionally embrace this or that somebody (because we cannot embrace everybody): but we must never let our somebody know it.

Why does man not see things? He always gets in the way: he conceals things.

When we cannot stand certain people, we try to have suspicions about them.

Women are quite capable of entering into a friendship with a man, but to keep it going—that takes a little physical antipathy as well.

All in all, punishment hardens and renders people more insensible; it concentrates; it increases the feeling of estrangement; it strengthens the power of resistance.

The unselective knowledge drive resembles the indiscriminate sexual drive—signs of vulgarity!

The strongest knowledge (that of the complete non-freedom of the human will) is nonetheless the poorest in results: for it always has the strongest opponent, human vanity.

The "kingdom of heaven" is a condition of the heart—not something that comes "above the earth" or "after death."

There is an innocence in lying which is the sign of good faith in a cause.

Honest towards ourselves and towards anyone else who is our friend; brave towards the enemy; magnanimous towards the defeated; polite—always: this is how the four cardinal virtues want us to act.

The poet conveys his thoughts in festive solemnity on the carriage of rhythm: usually because they are unable to walk on their own feet.

The condition that gives birth to a rule is not the same as the condition to which the rule gives birth.

Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.

We mention nature and forget ourselves in it: we ourselves are nature, quand même—. As a result, nature is something entirely different from what comes to mind when we invoke its name.

What an age experiences as evil is usually an untimely reverberation echoing what was previously experienced as good—the atavism of an older ideal.

The aphorism, the apothegm, in which I am the first among the Germans to be a master, are the forms of "eternity"; it is my ambition to say in ten sentences what everyone else says in a book—what everyone else does not say in a book.

You lack the courage to be consumed in flames and to become ashes: so you will never become new, and never young again!

One is most duplicitous toward one's god: he is not allowed to sin.

Some rule out of a lust for ruling; others, so as not to be ruled:Mto these it is merely the lesser of two evils.

In our interactions with people, a benevolent hypocrisy is frequently required—acting as though we do not see through the motives of their actions.

Some men have sighed over the abduction of their wives, but many more have sighed because no one wanted to abduct theirs.

We seldom break a leg as long as we are climbing wearily upwards in our lives, instead we do it when we start going easy on ourselves and choosing the comfortable paths.

All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle.

A small garden, figs, a little cheese, and, along with this, three or four good friends—such was luxury to Epicurus.

The moment Germany rises as a great power, France gains a new importance as a cultural power.

Everything good is the transmutation of something evil: every god has a devil for a father.

One has observed life poorly, if one has not also witnessed the hand that mercifully—kills.

The snake that cannot shed its skin perishes. Likewise those spirits who are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be spirits.

To predict the behavior of ordinary people in advance, you only have to assume that they will always try to escape a disagreeable situation with the smallest possible expenditure of intelligence.

Women are supposed to be deep—why? Because one can never get to the bottom with them. Women are not even shallow.

"What must I do to become blessed?" That I do not know, but I say to you: "Be blessed and then do whatever you please."

Madness is a rare thing in individuals—but in groups, parties, peoples, and ages it is the rule.

Do you want to go on together? Or go ahead? Or go it alone? ... You have to know what you want and that you want. Fourth question of conscience.

And what was too nasty to feed a dog—that is precisely what you threw down before your god. Did he perhaps die of what you fed him?

Nothing in life possesses value except the degree of power—assuming that life itself is the will to power.

What we do in our dreams we also do when we are awake: we invent and make up the person we are dealing with—and immediately forget that we have done it.

Phlegmatic natures can be inspired to enthusiasm only by being made into fanatics.

That whatever a man says, promises, or resolves in passion he must stick to later on when he is cold and sober—this demand is among the heaviest burdens that weigh on humankind.

Generally speaking, the greater a woman's beauty, the greater her modesty.

Your rank is way down below his when you seek to establish the exceptions and he seeks to establish the rule.

I fear animals regard man as a creature of their own kind which has in a highly dangerous fashion lost its healthy animal reason—as the mad animal, as the laughing animal, as the weeping animal, as the unhappy animal.

With deep men, as with deep wells, it takes a long time for anything that falls into them to hit bottom. Onlookers, who almost never wait long enough, readily suppose that such men are callous and unresponsive—or even boring.

The English are a nation of consummate cant.

This is the crux of the moral pessimists: if they really wanted to promote their neighbor's redemption, then they would have to resolve themselves to spoiling existence for him, and thus to being his misfortune; out of pity, they would have to—become evil!

Oh, how much is today hidden by science! Oh, how much it is expected to hide!

The abdomen is the reason why man does not readily take himself to be a god.

What is the strongest cure?—Victory.

The relatives of a suicide hold it against him that out of consideration for their reputation he did not remain alive.

Contentment even protects against colds. Has any woman who knew herself to be well dressed ever caught a cold?—I am assuming that she was barely dressed.

We must be cruel as well as compassionate: let us guard against becoming poorer than nature is!

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