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Author's Note:
This is what may be the first section of my first book. The work is philisophical. The working title is Genesis - it will most likely be in 4 chapters, each with 30 or so parts like this one, each to be read sequentially.


We higher men, we sons of Pan, we Dionysians, - there is almost nothing that we value more than the tragic. In Hamlet’s final moments, when his bleak fate is finally apparent - that is when we envy him the most! Truly, never was there greater and more perfect ruining than that of the driven prince. There is no path to redemption. There is no hope trembling in crutches: letum solis sans deo. We look upon this sort of exquisite hopelessness with envy – for tragedy is the steepest path on the highest mountain. From that, one of our opiate desires, a hunger for tragedy is born within our hearts. The troubles and trials of the herd man can make no impression upon our galvanized flesh, - and thus we feel an envy of such tragic and hopeless events! Our feelings will often manifest themselves unbeknownst to us, only revealing their machinations and instinctual origins at the final curtain, - to receive nothing but gratitude! And what, my friends, - what could possibly have the potential to break our skin? our armor? What has the potential destroy a man so completely that the spite of God, our most celebrated song, seems a pathetic whimper? The answer is clear and un-poetic: Woman.


The following comments are for "Love of Tragedy"
by Schaard

Nietzschian Comedy
Sorry, Schaard, I don't think I'm having the kind of response you were intending when writing this. It's just that I was really absorbed in following your train of thought, considering it's various implications, when I got to the last bit and it hit me like a punch line.

The language here may be just a bit too Victorian to come across as a natural tone (the effects of too many late nights engrossed in Thus Spake Zarathustra, maybe?) Which is not to say that I don't like your idea and what you're doing with it -- just that it might come off a bit better if it were reworded in a manner more consistent with your own writing style.

Actually, reading this reminded me of a friend of mine who used to say he often felt like Animal in Apocolypse Now -- happiest in the middle of a raging battlefield, chaos all around him. It made me wonder if the opiate of tragedy holds strange charms, not necessarily due to it's rarified status as the steeepest path on the highest peak, but because it eliminates the need to make mundane choices, easily shifts one's focus to the essential, and ultmately provides a free source of stimulation in the form of rushing adrenaline. Some men buy monster trucks. Some push their evil stepfathers into openly violent confrontations.

Which is probably why that last line hit me the way it did. I would hazard a guess that a love of dramatic tragedy in most individuals often predates whatever offerings woman may hold in that category -- something your philosophical musing, itself, seems to imply. That last line, then, almost reads like an open invitation from a lover of artful tragedy itching for a fresh firefight, one hand already reaching for the hilt.

( Posted by: hazelfaern [Member] On: December 7, 2004 )

Wrong War Film Reference
Sorry, Schaard, it was pretty late when I wrote this. I meant Full Metal Jacket, not Apocolypse Now.

( Posted by: hazelfaern [Member] On: December 7, 2004 )

Ah, my beloved Hazel.
Your input is much appreciated - The quote from full metal jacket is

"Animal Mother is a great human being - he just needs someone to throw hand grenades at him the rest of his life."

I actually thought about that when I was writing this. I'm wondering if the last line hit you like it did because of the piece's brevity - in the entire work it leads into more sections on woman.
Is this the case?

And I'm still finding my style - I'm trying to balance the dancing style of Nietzsche with the "Look - this is how it is. This is why." of Sartre and Marcus Aurelius.

I posted this hoping that you - almost specifically - would commment. Thank you much, my dear.

( Posted by: Schaard [Member] On: December 9, 2004 )

Prose, Poetry and Limitations
I hope I'm not pushing the commentary statute of limitations by responding this late -- much work recently.

I do think the shortness of the piece had a part in my reading the last line the way I did, but I think, too, it's because I read it as an accusation. Everything preceding that last portion is an intriguing examination of a very specific instinct -- then the last bit seems to throw the blame entirely at women, something which seems overly easy and impossible, at the same time, which is why it struck me as a funny kind of satire, rather than straight philosophy.

I may have entirely misread that line, but it struck me as saying that where self-destructive instincts in men may source from a misdirected yet vital set of characteristics, women are just plain evil and therefore, ultimately, responsible. It's as though you've drawn a three-dimensional man and then, at the very end, a one dimensional woman to absorb his faults.

Do you think, though, that men and women are that different? Isn't it possible that women may have the same tendencies, if displayed just a bit differently due to biological and cultural factors? When Julius Caesar invaded the isle of England he noted that the woad-painted tribes fought side by side with their women -- if that tradition of women warriors had never been broken, don't you think there might be a female variant of Animal Mother among us? I mean, who else is Joan of Arc? And what happens if you consider Jocasta and Oedipus to be, essentially, the same person in the way that Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight may be the same indidual at different points in time?

I love what you're doing here and I hope you expand on it further -- there's simply not enough thought-provoking stuff like this on the site.

( Posted by: hazelfaern [Member] On: December 11, 2004 )

Hazel - a dazzling lens you have there..
Would you be so kind as to contact me on AIM, as SchaardSG? I would love to share the rest of this work in progress with you.

( Posted by: Schaard [Member] On: December 16, 2004 )

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