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The poet alone can work this miracle on such a diverse group. My friend, the time is now!
Oh, speak no more of motley crowds to me,
their presence makes my spirit flee.
Veil from my sight those waves and surges that suck us down into their raging pools.
Take me rather to a quiet little cell where pure delight blooms only for the poet,
where our inmost joy is blessed and fostered by love and friendship and the hand of God.
Alas! What sprang from our deepest feelings,
what our lips tried timidly to form,
failing now and now perhaps succeeding,
is devoured by a single brutish moment. 70
Often it must filter through the years before its final form appears perfected.
What gleams like tinsel is but for the moment.
What's true remains intact for future days.
Oh, save me from such talk of future days!
Suppose I were concerned with progeny,
then who would cheer our present generation?
It lusts for fun and should be gratified.
A fine young fellow in the present tense is worth a lot when all is said and done.
If he can charm and make the public feel at ease,
he will not mind its changing moods;
he seeks the widest circle for himself,
so that his act will thereby be more telling.
And now be smart and show your finest qualities,
let fantasy be heard with all its many voices.
Above all, let there be sufficient action!
They come to gaze and wish to see a spectacle.
If many things reel off before their eyes,
so that the mob can gape and be astounded,
then you will sway the great majority and be a very popular man.
The mass can only be subdued by massiveness,
so each can pick a morsel for himself.
A large amount contains enough for everyone,
and each will leave contented with his share.
Give us the piece you write in pieces!
Try your fortune with a potpourri
that's quickly made and easily dished out.
What good is it to sweat and to create a whole?
The audience will yet pick the thing to pieces.
You do not feel the baseness of such handiwork.
How improper for an artist worth his salt!
I see, the botchery of your neat companions has been the maxim of your enterprise.
Such reproaches leave me unperturbed.
A man who wants to make his mark must try to wield the best of tools.
You have coarse wood to split, remember that;
consider those for whom you write!
A customer may come because he's bored,
another may have had too much to eat;
and what I most of all abhor:
some have just put down their evening paper.
They hurry here distracted, as to a masquerade,
and seek us out from mere curiosity.
The ladies come to treat the audience to their charms and play their parts without a salary.
Now are you still a dreamer on poetic heights?
And yet content when our house is filled?
Observe your benefactors at close range!
Some are crude, the others cold as ice.
And when it's finished, this one wants a deck of cards and that one pleasure in a whore's embrace.
Why then invoke and plague the muses for such a goal as this, poor fools?
I say to you, give more and more and always more,
and then you cannot miss by very much.
You must attempt to mystify the people,
they're much too hard to satisfy--
What's got into you--are you anguished or ecstatic
Go find yourself another slave!
The poet, I suppose, should wantonly give back,
so you'd be pleased, the highest right that Nature granted him, the right of Man!
How does the poet stir all hearts?
How does he conquer every element?
Is it not the music welling from his heart
that draws the world into his breast again?
When Nature spins with unconcern the endless thread and winds it on the spindle,
when the discordant mass of living things sounds its sullen dark cacophony,
who divides the flowing changeless line,
infusing life, and gives it pulse and rhythm?
Who summons each to common consecration where each will sound in glorious harmony?
Who bids the storm accompany the passions,
the sunset cast its glow on solemn thought?
Who scatters every fairest April blossom along the path of his beloved?
Who braids from undistinguished verdant leaves a wreath to honor merit?
Who safeguards Mount Olympus, who unites the gods?
Man's power which in the poet stands revealed!
Very well, then put to use those handsome powers and carry on the poet's trade,
as one would carry on a love affair.
One meets by accident, emotes, and lingers,
and by and by one is entangled,
one's bliss increases, then one is in trouble;
one's rapture grows, then follow grief and pain,
before you know, your story is completed.
We must present a drama of this type!
Reach for the fullness of a human life!
We live it all, but few live knowingly;
if you but touch it, it will fascinate.
A complex picture without clarity,
much error with a little spark of truth--
that's the recipe to brew the potion whence all the world is quenched and edified.
The fairest bloom of youth will congregate to see the play and wait for revelation;
then every tender soul will eagerly absorb some food for melancholy from your work.
First one and then another thing is stirred,
so each can find what's in his heart.
From the Paperback edition.
|The Text of Faust. A Tragedy||1|
|The Tragedy's First Part||12|
|Walpurgis Night's Dream or the Golden Wedding of Oberon and Titania. Intermezzo||120|
|The Tragedy's Second Part in Five Acts||135|
|Classical Walpurgis Night||199|
|Act III [Helena. Classical-Romantic Phantasmagoria]||241|
|Selected Illustrations for Faust||494|
|The Composition of Faust||505|
|Goethe on Faust||514|
|From Goethe's Autobiography||514|
|From Italian Journey||515|
|Faust Plan of 1800||515|
|From Goethe's Correspondence with Schiller, 1794-1801||516|
|Outline of the Contents for Part Two||521|
|Second Sketch for the Announcement of the Helena||523|
|From Goethe's Letters and His Conversations with Eckermann||530|
|Comments by Contemporaries||550|
|[Response to the Newly Published Fragment of Faust]||550|
|[First Impression of Faust]||551|
|[Review of the Fragment of 1790]||552|
|[On Hamlet and Faust as Philosophical Tragedies]||553|
|[On Faust as Tragicomedy]||555|
|[Paraphrase of Faust, from The Phenomenology of Mind]||557|
|[First Notice of Faust in English]||560|
|[General Remarks on Goethe]||567|
|[Survey of the Faust Theme]||573|
|Faust as Doctor of Theology||586|
|Interrupted Tragedy as a Structural Principal in Faust||598|
|[Goethe's Faust as Modern Epic]||611|
|[Faust and Discourse Networks]||634|
|The Presence of the Sign in Goethe's Faust||650|
|The Economics of Translation in Goethe's Faust||668|
|[The Spirit of Water: Faust, Part Two, Act II]||688|
|[The Ethics of Faust's Last Actions]||704|
|[Faust as Developer]||715|
|What the Lovers in the Old Songs Thought||728|
|Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: A Chronology||731|
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