Eckermann’s Goethe

I let Eckermann’s Goethe speak while my mind is taken by a whirlwind of comments by Nietzsche, Jung, and Cioran. And I oscillate while Goethe talks about art and a thousand other subjects, sometimes enjoying his words, sometimes experiencing a complete strangeness. A complex and admirable spirit, no doubt. But a spirit from whom I think I am estranged, by inclinations and by the very conception of poetry, the poet and art. Goethe’s greatness as an artist and as a man is unquestionable. However, one could add here a truckload of reservations, which fortunately are not necessary because they are already present in Jung’s work.