Jenseits von Gut und Böse

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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sein darf, dass man
die Brechung der allzustrengen Symmetrie als gewollt und als Reiz
fühlt, dass man jedem staccato, jedem rubato ein feines geduldiges Ohr
hinhält, dass man den Sinn in der Folge der Vocale und Diphthongen
räth, und wie zart und reich sie in ihrem Hintereinander sich färben
und umfärben können: wer unter bücherlesenden Deutschen ist gutwillig
genug, solchergestalt Pflichten und Forderungen anzuerkennen und auf
so viel Kunst und Absicht in der Sprache hinzuhorchen? Man hat zuletzt
eben "das Ohr nicht dafür": und so werden die stärksten Gegensätze des
Stils nicht gehört, und die feinste Künstlerschaft ist wie vor Tauben
verschwendet. - Dies waren meine Gedanken, als ich merkte, wie man
plump und ahnungslos zwei Meister in der Kunst der Prosa mit einander
verwechselte, Einen, dem die Worte zögernd und kalt herabtropfen, wie
von der Decke einer feuchten Höhle - er rechnet auf ihren dumpfen
Klang und Wiederklang - und einen Anderen, der seine Sprache wie
einen biegsamen Degen handhabt und vom Arme bis zur Zehe hinab das
gefährliche Glück der zitternden überscharfen Klinge fühlt, welche
beissen, zischen, schneiden will. -


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Wie wenig der deutsche Stil mit dem Klange und mit den Ohren zu thun
hat, zeigt die Thatsache, dass gerade unsre guten Musiker schlecht
schreiben. Der Deutsche liest nicht laut, nicht für's Ohr, sondern
bloss mit den Augen: er hat seine Ohren dabei in's Schubfach gelegt.
Der antike Mensch las, wenn er las - es geschah selten genug - sich
selbst etwas vor, und zwar mit lauter Stimme; man wunderte sich, wenn
jemand leise las und fragte sich insgeheim nach Gründen. Mit lauter
Stimme: das will sagen, mit all den Schwellungen, Biegungen,
Umschlägen des Tons und Wechseln des Tempo's, an denen die antike
öffentliche Welt ihre Freude hatte. Damals waren die Gesetze des
Schrift-Stils die selben, wie die des Rede-Stils; und dessen Gesetze
hiengen zum Theil von der erstaunlichen Ausbildung, den raffinirten
Bedürfnissen des Ohrs und Kehlkopfs ab, zum andern Theil von der
Stärke, Dauer und Macht der antiken Lunge. Eine Periode ist, im Sinne
der Alten, vor Allem ein physiologisches Ganzes, insofern sie von
Einem Athem zusammengefasst wird. Solche Perioden, wie sie bei
Demosthenes, bei Cicero vorkommen, zwei Mal schwellend und zwei Mal
absinkend und Alles innerhalb Eines Athemzugs: das sind Genüsse für
antike Menschen, welche die Tugend daran, das Seltene und Schwierige
im Vortrag einer solchen Periode, aus ihrer eignen Schulung zu
schätzen wussten: - wir haben eigentlich kein Recht auf die grosse
Periode, wir Modernen, wir Kurzathmigen in jedem Sinne! Diese Alten
waren ja insgesammt in der Rede selbst Dilettanten, folglich Kenner,
folglich Kritiker, - damit trieben sie ihre Redner zum Äussersten;
in gleicher Weise, wie im

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