2013 is the The Year of Wagner, over this year, the 200th since the birth of that old Germanic Wizard of Bayreuth, his spirit looms large. The timeless, ageless, Poet-Composer, the Warrior-Poet stares down on these dimly lit days where the stage-craft of senile dramaturgists with their mechanical puppets, their bizarre troupe of automatons dance and act to a tired old tune. No doubt He looks down in dismay on this circus.
It was Richard Wagner more so than Nietzsche who made possible the appearance of Adolf Hitler, indeed one could say that the Wizard of Bayreuth conjured up Adolf Hitler out of the depths of the Aryan World-Soul. But certainly it was also the cosmic clash of those two Germanic Titans – Wagner and Nietzsche that provided the Promethean spark that would ignite the fertile German soul and set fire to the brightly burning star of the Son of God – Adolf Hitler. More than any man it was Richard Wagner who foresaw the coming of the Führer, the re-awakening of the one who comes back; his Siegfried did come alive!
“Where there is no Want, there is no true Need; where there is no real Need, no necessary Action. But where there is no necessary action, there reigns Caprice; and where Caprice is king, there every vice will blossom, and every criminal assault on Nature will take place. For it is only by the barring and refusing of real Need, the preventing of the true Need from being satisfied that a false Need, an artificial Need can take over. The satisfaction of an artificial Need is luxury; which can only be bred and supported in opposition to, and at the expense of real Need.” – Richard Wagner – The Artwork Of The Future.
“As Man, in all his life and all his relations to Nature, acts only from a necessity peculiar to his own individual being, he unwittingly distorts the character of Nature herself when he conceives of Nature behaving not according to her own necessity but to that of Man.” – Richard Wagner – The Artwork of the Future.
“Although the splendid type of Siegfried had long attracted me, it first enthralled my every thought when I had come to see it in its purest shape – Man, set free from every embellishment. Now, for the first time, also, did I recognise the possibility of making him a hero of a drama; a possibility that had not occurred to me while I only knew him from the medieval Nibelungenlied. But at like time with him, had Frederich Barbarossa loomed on me from the study of our history: he appeared to me, just as he had appeared to the Saga-framing Germanic Folk, a historical rebirth of the old-Pagan Siegfried… but it always seemed to me that Frederick Barbarossa would be nearer to the heart of the Folk than the more humane Siegfried… If on the other-hand, I wanted to really construct the Mythos, then, for its ultimate and highest form, quite beyond any modern poet, I must go to the source, to the unadulterated Mythos, which only the Folk had ever sung of, and which I had discovered among them in full perfection -in the SIEGFRIED! – Richard Wagner – A Communication To My Friends.
Hail, bright sunlight!
Hail, fair sky!
Hail, O radiant day!
Long was my sleep;
but now I wake:
Who is the man
Wake me to life?
I have braved dangers
Blazing round your rock;
From your head I unclasped the Helm;
Siegfried wakes you
Brings you to life.