Swish into the city to live,
It is going to snow. ——
People with hometown have happiness!
You stood there in a daze,
In retrospect, it seems like a lifetime ago!
How stupid you are,
You fled to the world to escape the severe winter?
The world is a door,
To the desert-cold and dumb!
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If you lose what you have lost, you will have no home.
You're cursed,
Destined to wander in the winter journey.
You always pursue,
Like smoke chasing the cold sky.
Fly, bird,
Sing rough desert birds!
Hide, fool,
Hide your bleeding heart in ice and ridicule!
Crows are noisy,
Swish into the city to live,
It is going to snow. ——
People who have no hometown are miserable!
(translated by Bai Fei)
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It seems difficult to name another poet and philosopher in history. Like Nietzsche, he suffered from loneliness all his life because he longed for friendship and understanding.
Nietzsche was a poet and philosopher who was tortured and nourished by loneliness all his life. He took loneliness as the main theme of lyric poetry and wrote many wonderful and distinctive poems. Of course, compared with his philosophical works, these poems are not very prominent, but they are indispensable chapters in Nietzsche's symphonies. The representatives of these poems are Wanderer, Autumn, Loneliness, The Loneliest Man and so on, and loneliness is the most famous of these "lonely songs".
"Loneliness" was written by Nietzsche in his wandering life for ten years, which concentrated on Nietzsche's lonely situation and mentality in his wandering life. This kind of loneliness is the loneliness that the soul with high spiritual demand feels when it seeks understanding and cannot get it. This is the most tragic kind of loneliness.
When he was wandering, Nietzsche had no job, no family, no friends and even no "motherland". One day, the deformed drifter stood on the windy road, overlooking the desolate Yuan Ye and extending into the unpredictable leaden sky. Winter snow seems to be coming soon, and flocks of crows pass noisily over his head and fly to the city to stay. Everything around is bleak and desolate. The extreme loneliness abandoned by the whole world weighed heavily on the poet's heart, and the poet's heart trembled violently. At this time, full of sadness and pain became euphemistic and sad poems-
It is going to snow. ——
People with hometown have happiness!
Anyone who wanders around the world, seeing this situation, I am afraid that people are not as good as birds. But this is not the main emotion that Nietzsche wants to express in this poem, and it is only a superficial meaning at most. Yes, this poem does contain bitter self-mockery, but in the deep layer of the poem, the poet wants to express a contempt and disdain for the so-called "happiness" in the secular world. It is happy to have a place to live, but this kind of happiness can only be envied by the contented. In the eyes of poets, there is not much worth nostalgia and pursuit. Perhaps it is because this kind of happiness lacks some inner rich spiritual elements, so at best it is a secular pleasure that all beings can reach. For a thinker with lofty aspirations and infinite spiritual pursuit, it is not only unworthy, but also "stupid".
The loneliness of real poets and philosophers is due to the fact that real art and ideas transcend the times and are difficult to be understood and accepted by contemporary people to some extent.
Isn't it? Nietzsche, you see, that ordinary people's "city" and that mediocre "world" only give you more cynicism than the severe winter, where you can't find communication and a kingdom that can accept blood and passion. Therefore, your world can only lead to the desert, and there is no longer a secular "home" or a secular "hometown". Some are just dangerous explorations, and some are just lonely, cold, hard and miserable. Nietzsche painfully felt that he was more horribly lonely in the crowd than when he was alone. Poets who have always had a clear understanding of people's spiritual attributes will never degenerate in order to cater to social environment and social groups. So Nietzsche would rather regard the desert as his refuge and the beast as his colleague. How many people in the world can afford such a life explorer? And those who dare and are willing to bear it will undoubtedly lose all worldly blessings and eventually become homeless.
Persistent spiritual pursuers, how many people have been understood by the people since ancient times, and how many people have survived the misunderstanding and curse of the people? Unfortunately, poets and philosophers, on the journey of human culture and history, are often lonely vagrants destined to be driven away on the journey of the north wind whistling, wandering lonely in the desert forever, with bloody footprints, all the way to the horizon. However, bitter fate can't frustrate their unremitting pursuit of spirit and ideals. On the contrary, it promotes them to become more mature, broader-minded, deeper in thought and more lofty in spirit. How does the cold air that pervades and dominates the sky frustrate the pursuit of smoke—
You always pursue,
Like smoke chasing the cold sky.
Nietzsche felt sorry for people's short-sightedness and muddled life. He shouted for the awakening of people's hearts and preached his philosophy of life, but the response was as numb and indifferent as death. Nietzsche sighed bitterly for his tragic situation. It is a terrible experience for a person to make such a cry from the bottom of his heart, but he can't hear a trace of echo.
Disappointed poets had to cover their cramped hearts, while listening to the birds sobbing in their hearts and singing rough desert songs, and buried their bleeding hearts in the frost world without a trace of human warmth, and buried them in the ridicule (and perhaps self-mockery) of the world. Maybe the poet doesn't want to give up his bloody heart for people to appreciate or spoil.
Crows are still flying noisily overhead, swishing to the city to stay. The cold is getting stronger, the clouds are thicker in winter, and the snow is coming. Nietzsche, a poet and philosopher who was isolated from the world and longed for real life more than others, always understood that once he embarked on the road of desert, there was no turning back. So, with a heart full of trauma and no regrets, the poet sang the last poem in the lonely swan song-
People who have no hometown are miserable!
Nietzsche, an outcast in this secular world, a homeless man, a rebel exiled by the times, a wanderer wandering around the world, a poor man who left such a huge ideological wealth to future generations, a poet and philosopher who had an immeasurable and far-reaching influence on future generations, faced with the harsh joke of fate, once again left the yellow wasteland in winter behind, and hobbled along the road that stretched far away on the eve of the arrival of winter snow.
A human tragedy, a tragedy of the times, a tragedy of history, continues the figure of a lonely traveler. However, the human tragedy will come to an end sooner or later. When the tragedy reaches its climax, it is often the time when all the lofty truth and beauty are exposed and completely destroyed.
Transferred from Ji Xinping