I have to say again now. And it has nothing to do with it, at least this judgment that Goethe freemason and illuminati was.
The fist is, apart from undoubtedly existing linguistic elegance, a bad piece.
Why should own desire a little silly religious chicken as Margaret, and if, well, in sexual desire kömmt everything before then, his desire to breastfeed, need to complete self-pledging of Mephistopheles?
Of course you can say that is just it: The Allerhöchstgelahrte wants a young girl, because otherwise it's nothing interesting more comes to mind. And then takes the gate, to execute his plans even the devil.
No, this fabric is not exciting; he is not even the pile of a horse of Michael Kohlhaas worth.
The total is only tragic because it makes so much sense.
And is sad that you continue to hold this piece, like the Master Wihelm so high. As as if the German would have in the genes. In my it is not.
Well, let's take his fists sometimes serious. Then he's an idiotic, irresponsible giant asshole. Any format. A greedy, scabby little professor who discovers his first gray hair, wants to prove himself because he just yet learned anything right, that he can fuck and endured a seventeen year old (or the age of sixteen?). What he can not even alone.
This is Groschenheft. What is this?
Had he at least tried his old relax the bailiff.
But no. He needs a Putzfrollein.
Nothing, however, that he would have vergnüget times with a Putzfrollein; even if it also, at that time, because the piece plays would have been shameful, because the Putzfrollein had afterwards lost their honor and might well have been sitting there ever be ashamed of an illegitimate child, as a cheap bitch: No, Goethe is still down so such as whether these irresponsible boy was serious with Gretchen.
What a nonsense!
There is in matters of love, in fact every imaginable and yet invented nonsense, but it does not have to make much fuss, to whom one also needs the devil, because the thing banal as such and yawn.
No, dear Mr. Goethe, so beautiful some sayings: This is crap.
There are of course some say again, I would me made, due to my refusal to Freimäurerey for Intimate enemies. No. It's not like that. My literary criteria are purely literary.
It's also not that I consider myself a literary way; You have certainly done a Major; but on the base on which they were made and on which you stand still, because you have regarding the Wilhelm Meister to look just as little as with respect to the fist.
The one and the other time you send a sub Overexposed through the area, what you really really can do, but so that you have to take seriously here. That's brazen Blenderei.
You can, in fact, with your two hundred eighty IQ, not escape the suspicion that you had underpinned this on purpose. I say in any case hundertzwölfzig with mine.
It will probably take some time before, what these two works your regards me, in his own country and beyond listening.
But that does not matter. I do not need a young girl still not even fool even the devil for me to be heard.
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"Why should own desire a little silly religious chicken as Margaret, and if, well, in sexual desire kömmt everything before then, need to breastfeed his desires to the point of self-pledging of Mephistopheles?"
@ Magnus
It's a symbol of the Fall and the Expulsion from Paradise (1.Mose 3: 1-24).
Sort of like Samuel Beckett's "Waiting for Godot" is a symbol and is coined for the second coming of Jesus Christ and to the vain waiting of Christians in the kingdom of God.
The Bible in its entirety is nothing more than a symbol of conception, birth, death and rebirth, the devil assumes an important role, as the serpent in the center, which in turn standing for itself a symbol, namely on sexuality of man. Unfortunately, it would take too long to explain in detail.
@ Jochen
It's me, sir, no matter what the fist is a symbol. It is poorly made.
I turn now to me a cigarette and smoke and just say that it was a symbol of the edema, the times some god somewhere would have blown.
The story is as such Zwerch and crudely simple; because it quite matter what mischief also may stand in the Bible or some other wayward beech for wayward.
Goethe's Faust is to be like Wilhelm Meister grossly overestimated (you guess why); I say this; for me this is clear; and I will continue to say it, even if nobody wants to hear.
Until it is grasped. Or clarified on others for all that I can not read a simpleton. Probably I see the latter but still does not, and only bäffe right.
I see it like yokes. The story itself is very simple, but some wisdom that transports them are interesting. But the "big question" is unmatched (almost).
I think Goethe's novels unreadable. Again, only his eingetreuten findings, the really important thing. But that's why I'm going to read under any circumstances as a whole ...
@ Magnus
"How long before you realize it."
How many people think (I use this word separately) you have understood something of what you have until now everything written or said? Let alone that they have figured something of what might have brought in another form a Samuel Beckett or otherwise an excellent spirit was once a paper Nietzsche.
As for the Bible, I agree with you now, is a scrap factory and only good for one thing, namely to increase the People's dementia.
But how do you do this people understand that neither kar think still able to read properly, if they ever want to read Situated Specified, so that times finally could make a difference for the better?
That is and remains to this day the big question.
The one truly intelligent person to answer my Kritschen comments yet already it has somewhat shaken me. This person told me that I should not always pick apart everything intellectually, because that would merely commotion to the traditional system. Such people can only do one thing: wish you already a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2014. Honestly, I do not know if I really want to survive this year.
In my mind I see they have all run back to make their crosses in the general election. However, what is not surprising, because they were said yes, that each of them would have to carry his cross to the other and they are Doofies run after. The people are just too good that they do not do what you told them.
LG
@ Lisa
"Now tell me how you feel about religion? You are cordially good man, but I think you do not think much of it. "(I had to look up just because of the quote.)
Even the question is blurry. But as Gretchen puts them it might fit. It would be something like: "How do you stand with Christ, our Savior and God"
The thing is established clearly Christian, and yet the question on religion generally follows. That may be intended, but remains questionable.
Früge to me one thing, it would follow a very different answer, because if you me the other früge.
But well, we know from the context, according to which religion asks Gretchen (or the question is generally intended?).
Faust babbles around then, as is now times have Behuf and occupation. I like to have a lot of mistakes, oh what, now I labere also, some are obvious and have even been known to me, but this man is good for nothing. (I can cook pretty well except, at least support, with bricks and stones of any sort, and I do not know just what is a pointed iron and Flex.)
The crucial question is, half wrong, provided by a naive girl in a cowardly, wayward scholars. I think that if you give me her when mature woman, generally or specifically to Christianity, vice-test, also followed a real answer. Can give it a try. (I mean that now is not bad, since only a little Foppen is inside.)
I am well aware that Goethe sought the thing just to stir up the fact that Faust does not really answer.
Yes, Faust is cowardly.
This is probably the core of what makes this story to me so contemptuously. Because at the same time should this guy be so important that the devil himself personally take care of him, he umwälze the world.
Well, procrastinator and procrastination are a fascinating subject; I am also too often and too much of a procrastinator (not that it is therefore an exciting topic would be); I see it in this piece but implemented abundant flat and inadequate. Anyway, considering the how the piece praised so far.
@ Jochen
In such a flat Eckel (with all due respect, we Swabians are not always the Zartredigsten) such as those encountered forever. You have, since I know you made giant strides. That's what counts. You are commenting that constantly busy here, is an honor for me.
I can not quite understand why Faust supposedly only responds with excuses. He says among other things:
Margarete So do not you think?
Faust Mißhör me not, O holdes face!
Who is allowed to call him?
And who confess:
I believe in Him.
Who feels
And under wind
To say: I believe in Him not?
The All-Enfolder,
The All,
Summarizes and he does not get
You, me, yourself?
Arching the sky is not up there?
Does not the earth firm beneath?
Rise friendly Looking down
Do not eternal stars up?
Look I do not face to face you,
And does not impose anything
After your head and heart,
And woven into eternal mystery
Invisible visible next to you?
Fulfill your heart with so large it is,
And if you're wholly in the feeling,
Then call it as you want,
Call it luck! Heart! Love! God!
I have no name
Therefore! Feeling is everything;
Name is smoke and mirrors,
Beclouding Himmelsglut.
The "big question" is less a question of religion, but if I understand correctly Goethe, the question of the faith, and that question is as relevant today as ever. Gretchen was naive, but these are all people who today equate faith with religion or churches. And the answer of thumb is unique. He says: "Feeling is everything", which means as much as that one must feel the movement of consciousness to understand them, because "name is smoke and mirrors." In my opinion, this is a crystal clear answer. Ingenious seal!
@ Lisa M.
Yes, the seal is of great power.
But why she was so wrapped up in a half-baked story?
Why not simply Faust says that he does not believe in the Christian God?
And: For me name not just smoke and mirrors.
A name is a sound. You call yourself here Lisa (maybe really means so) and not block Berta or Gunnwaldine. (I like the name Lisa. In any case better than Kimberley or Kevin or Clark.) What do you say, connects to that for me beautiful sound. There is now happy that good speech also still connects with a graceful for me names.
For me feeling is not everything. At the latest, when I use the morning columns clouds completely overwhelmed by the Baltic Sea after a unschlafenen night see dissolve, my tears wiped away (I have the weakness, sometimes crying when something is overwhelmingly beautiful, and I do not even have anything against this weakness), think I, what was that again, meant what I could pass it.
I also must not only feel, think, if I herewith my profession ENGAGED any chaos text (I do not mean a now of Mine) have to get halfway into the order, the solution can not only sensing.
And when my children come, and it does not fit something again, so help me not always my feeling alone. Should I still call the rector, and, if so, how?
And: My wife and I were puzzled until were the names of our sons. Why is that?
She had at first the Erstvorschlagsrecht, I the second. The Grand is now as she finally when driving in a curve (I know exactly what they have right in front of eyes) occurred. I hinwiederum, at the Second mused long, rolled even the dictionary of names until I found what I wanted to fit together for me, first, second and last name, which she agreed with pleasure.
A U is not A and not O. The runes know not only friends as I do, but also musicians. Embarrassingly, do not know in this sense most linguists by still cling to downright ludicrous misconception that the sign - herewith the sound - "arbitrary" is what they also falsely translate, namely with care. The arbiter is a judge. Normally one does not consider no matter what a judge says. No wonder I did not become a professor. (Fortunately, in this whorehouse do I make education minister nothing except my stuff.)
Oh, I was now a bit hard.
I did not want to. But the thing is probably required.
It may be that I have no chance at being "against" you. What the mind is concerned, I still have hope.
@ Lisa M.
Please forgive me the cynicism at the end of my Vorkommentars.
Comes at me sometimes; I do not sit still free alswie Hug Hurgelbub of Oberhuber under the beautiful sky of the Baltic Sea.
It is nevertheless of some seriousness.
If you like, if there is, chatter, I invent the now simple: It is a happy, joyful tears soaked cynicism.
@ Lisa
Because I just remembered - I have to get beer again - another that the Jews who invented the God to whom it ultimately goes here, or with that astronauts included Erstbündnis specify this as the inexpressible.
Why is that?
Exactly why that is not fundamentally stupid or maybe even their boss because names are not just smoke and mirrors.
Yes, a name is sound. Perhaps it is an attempt to identify a specific frequency. The danger, therefore much ruled out, of course great, especially if you are aware, the whole thing - wants to name it - God. Faust has very well said.
Feelings and thinking are not mutually exclusive. On the contrary. All functions of consciousness are necessary to understand. But the primary thing is the movement of consciousness, which communicates itself as a feeling and can be understood by thinking.
I defend Goethe did not "like my shirt." I have no idea who Goethe really was. But he has just written a few very smart things, perhaps in spite of himself. But who could know that already ...