Nietzsche and Modern Mountaineering - Wilfrid Noyce


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Todd Eastman

Bellingham, WA
Aug 22, 2014 - 11:13pm PT
Noyce needed an editor...
goatboy smellz

Aug 23, 2014 - 12:40pm PT
^^^ Don't we all.
Ward Trotter

Trad climber
Aug 23, 2014 - 12:56pm PT
Extraordinary piece of film---had no idea Nietzsche had ever been captured on film.
Hideous soundtrack on that version however, with absolutely no evocative connection whatsoever with the great German philosopher.

The Utility Muffin Research Kitchen
Aug 23, 2014 - 05:34pm PT
I thought the evocative connection was more in line with the images of the poor syphilitic shell of the great German philosopher. Remarkable that Elspeth allowed anyone to film that, for sure.
paul roehl

Boulder climber
Aug 23, 2014 - 11:18pm PT
To me that piece of film and the music that accompanies it is perfect. The singular pinnacle of Romanticism in the throes of an inevitable madness willed by an ultimately violent, chaotic and mysterious universe assuring the reasoned mind its own perfect nobility... if only Gericault had been alive to paint his portrait.
scrubbing bubbles

Social climber
Aug 23, 2014 - 11:27pm PT
Nietzsche in that film looked just like a robot at Disneyland !!!!!!!!!!!!

like on the Pirates of the Caribbean and there's those robot pirates in jail trying to lure the jail keys from the robot dog? Remember?
Ojai Alex

Trad climber
Ojai, CA
Aug 24, 2014 - 09:10am PT
"Anyone who knows how to breathe the air of my writings will know that it is the air of high places, a strong air. You need to be made for it or you will catch a cold. The ice is near, the loneliness is terrible—but how serenely everything lies in the sunshine! How freely one can breathe! How much one feels lies beneath oneself! Philosophy, as I have understood it so far is a voluntary living in regions of ice and high mountains—the seeking out of everything strange and questionable in existence, everything which hitherto morality has forbidden."
-Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
Peter Haan

Trad climber
Santa Cruz, CA
Aug 24, 2014 - 11:09am PT
Ojai, that definitely was one of the great paeans of the Romantic era.
Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
Topic Author's Reply - Aug 24, 2014 - 11:22am PT
Spectacular find Marlow!

Plenty of clarity for a climber to appreciate in the mind of Fred.

"The secret of knowing the most fertile experiences and the greatest joys in life is to live dangerously."

Boulder climber
Yoknapatawpha County
Aug 24, 2014 - 01:59pm PT
Steve G.: wonder why Lake Poet Coleridge, who lived with Dorothy and William Wordsworth, is not within the selection. Similarly, why isn't Kant (the sublime!) included?

Fine read nonetheless. Reminds me of Thoreau (Walden) and Whitman (Leaves of Grass) a bit.
Ojai Alex

Trad climber
Ojai, CA
Aug 24, 2014 - 02:09pm PT
Kant? Are you serious? Obviously a brilliant mind of paramount influence, but his writing tastes like cardboard.
Categorical imperative? Indeed.....
Ojai Alex

Trad climber
Ojai, CA
Aug 24, 2014 - 02:53pm PT
Sully...maybe you "missed" the part of my post where I mention "paramount influence"? Seems to include your point...

Again, not taking away from Kant's immense influence. Just asserting my opinion that his writing style is dry.

EDIT: I have only read translations since I am a stupid American, and have only a cursory recollection of Kant's relationship to the idea of the sublime in the Romantic movement. Nevertheless, reading Kant doesn't make me want to climb the way reading Nietzsche can make me want to crush.
Ojai Alex

Trad climber
Ojai, CA
Aug 24, 2014 - 02:56pm PT
And yes...the sublime...I prefer Keats.

Speaking of Keats....

goatboy smellz

Aug 28, 2014 - 06:08pm PT
Another good one from Mr. Watts.

Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 7, 2015 - 01:49pm PT
The bump from within...

Sport climber
Jun 29, 2015 - 12:18pm PT

The Wanderer

Then, when it was about midnight, Zarathustra went his way over the ridge of the isle, that he might arrive early in the morning at the other coast; because there he meant to embark. For there was a good roadstead there, in which foreign ships also liked to anchor: those ships took many people with them, who wished to cross over from the Happy Isles. So when Zarathustra thus ascended the mountain, he thought on the way of his many solitary wanderings from youth onwards, and how many mountains and ridges and summits he had already climbed.

I am a wanderer and mountain-climber, said he to his heart, I love not the plains, and it seemeth I cannot long sit still.

And whatever may still overtake me as fate and experience — a wandering will be therein, and a mountain-climbing: in the end one experienceth only oneself.

The time is now past when accidents could befall me; and what COULD now fall to my lot which would not already be mine own!

It returneth only, it cometh home to me at last — mine own Self, and such of it as hath been long abroad, and scattered among things and accidents.

And one thing more do I know: I stand now before my last summit, and before that which hath been longest reserved for me. Ah, my hardest path must I ascend! Ah, I have begun my lonesomest wandering!

He, however, who is of my nature doth not avoid such an hour: the hour that saith unto him: Now only dost thou go the way to thy greatness! Summit and abyss — these are now comprised together!

Thou goest the way to thy greatness: now hath it become thy last refuge, what was hitherto thy last danger!

Thou goest the way to thy greatness: it must now be thy best courage that there is no longer any path behind thee!

Thou goest the way to thy greatness: here shall no one steal after thee! Thy foot itself hath effaced the path behind thee, and over it standeth written: Impossibility.

And if all ladders henceforth fail thee, then must thou learn to mount upon thine own head: how couldst thou mount upward otherwise?

Upon thine own head, and beyond thine own heart! Now must the gentlest in thee become the hardest.

He who hath always much-indulged himself, sickeneth at last by his much– indulgence. Praises on what maketh hardy! I do not praise the land where butter and honey — flow!

To learn TO LOOK AWAY FROM oneself, is necessary in order to see MANY THINGS:— this hardiness is needed by every mountain-climber.

He, however, who is obtrusive with his eyes as a discerner, how can he ever see more of anything than its foreground!

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