A name is to be given to an attitude that does not cavort politically or philosophically on the spectral shores of left or right-wing interests, and which is also standing at a distance, with a quiet smile, from the hustle and bustle of the centre stream. Touched by the pathos of distance, she sees herself …
A name is to be given to an attitude that does not cavort politically or philosophically on the spectral shores of left or right-wing interests, and which is also standing at a distance, with a quiet smile, from the hustle and bustle of the centre stream. Touched by the pathos of distance, she sees herself rather guided to changing positions in the diagonal of space and word. Her perspectives are therefore characterised as modo obliquo; coming from a Jen-seite (a beyond-side), as it were, she thus crosses the inside and outside of conventional discourses. She only ever gains her pathos of closeness through incisive touches, as only the chiasm knows how to do, when it cuts like a scythe into the parallels. We call this positionless position noblesse rebelle, because it is characterised by a formal culture of independence from mere differences. The site of its impact is the echo of the gentility of a soul that rebels when it falls from the oblique into the oblique. The duration of its action is the echo of the cultivation of a soul that keeps itself alive in a music between non- neighbouring tones. Its call and sound do not fade away but persist in the resounding of its beaten crosses. It stands between the vibrations and falls in the oscillation. Her absoluteness thus lies in the rebellion of gracefulness. It is the grace of poets, thinkers and saints who essentially resist the obscenity of the banal. They are detached in their refusal and yet are more than mere difference.
Having escaped the long night of the 20th century, threatened anew by the phantasmagorias of technocentricity, already ennuied for some time by the current Kulturkampf, and in all of this fully aware of the fragility of humanitas, the noblesse rebelle is still forming the tumultuous singers, philosophers and god-faithful today – in disbelief of the poorness of the present – in order to say “”no”, drunk with A syllable filled with the promise of creation”, as George Steiner once wrote. The heart of the noblesse rebelle pulsates in the fertile veto; today she draws her gold with hands of silver. What gold? The bright gold of creative life, the bright gold of fruitfulness. The noblesse rebelle is absolute, but never totalitarian. It is absolute because it stands outside, but not in the “no” contrasted with the “yes”, but in the “no” of the diagonal. The axe of her aristocracy wounds, but only so that we can all find healing beyond the horizon and the vertical. Its violence is without violence because, like a work of art, it keeps alive a distance to its own power – in the chiasma of reconciliation and wrath. Or in the words of Friedrich Dürrenmatt: If its content is indignation, then its distance is reconciliation. If its content is reconciliation, then its distance is indignation.
It is not red or brown but also not a band of light refracted by aerosols. The phosphorescence of the greenish night glow is its coloring. The noblesse rebelle keeps it with the green glow, sometimes also with an amber-bright flashing. Her inner power is “electric”, her outer appearance “floating in the air”. She is the daughter of both Parmenides and Heraclitus. She proclaims with the Dark One: “Τὰ δε πάντα οἰακίζει κεραυνός” (Ta de panta oiakizei keranous) – The lightning steers everything. But it also knows with the Eleatic: “ἠμὲν ᾿Αληθείης εὐκυκλέος ἀτρεμὲς ἦτορ” (emen Aletheies eukukleos atremes hetor) – The heart of truth is unshakeable and well-formed. Lightning and heart, illumination and embers, the eternally surging becoming of all things and the stabilitas of being and thought. The logos between the πάντα ῥεῖ (panta rhei) and the “τὸ γὰρ αὐτὸ νοεῖν ἐστίν τε καὶ εἶναι (to gar auto noein estin te kai einai): For everything flows and yet being and knowing are the same. Can you already hear the hint into the half-hearted present? Can you already hear the murmur of the oblique?
The noblesse rebelle is not on the left, not on the right, not in the centre either, because it unites all of this in the logos of an in-between – and even Social equality is its yes to human inequality, the freedom of the individual is the freedom of the community. It is informal and ritualistic, emphasizes spontaneity and discipline, cultivates community, and yet keeps its distance. It wants the cosmopolitan and the national, the “Du” (you, 2. Pers. Sing.) as well as the “Sie” (you, 3. Pers. Sing), and praises development and tradition. Multiplicity and unity, anarchy and hierarchy, becoming and being Heraclitus and Parmenides – all of these demand justice and truth, not arbitrariness. The honesty of the diagonal is the truthfulness of those who bid farewell to all shallow dualisms in the interim of relationality. It says Vale to dichotomies without spirit, which only know black and white, and which never recognized grey in grey nor heard nuances in colors. She directs her eye towards an openness that is truly the a-venir (future). Noblesse rebelle is avant-garde, because she “watches” into the “ahead” and receives what is “coming” towards her. Noblesse rebelle looks into the open of imprecision and, therefore, has the courage for a higher precision, which does not shy away from the imprecise. Noblesse rebelle works in the in-between of the in-between, it searches for a new space that underpins its right, its left and its centre. It dares to see the invisible in the visible because it endeavors to look even more closely. Behold, Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, Alexander Nikolayevich Scriabin, and Victor Delhez commend themselves to us!
Those who don’t think left-wing aren’t automatically right-wing. Those who think right-wing aren’t automatically not left-wing. Those who think truly are nowhere where there are many anyway. They are only kept awake by a Andersdenken (a different-thinking), by thinking in the diastasis of all divisions. For not only is the world “thought deeper than day”, as Friedrich Nietzsche’s Zarathustra sings, but also higher than the night is silent. This division of all divisions thus also adjusts the
misguided legacy of postmodernism and post-structuralism, which with Michel Foucault, Jacques Derrida, and Gilles Deleuze,e once vitalized the realm of meanings with figures such as genealogy, deconstruction, and rhizomatics. Just a few decades ago, this plow was still fruitfully penetrating the soil of logos because it “heraclitised”, as it were, the false petrification of an all-too-totalitarian unity of being and logos – admittedly a distortion of Parmenides – but in the long succession of thinking of this kind up to the present day, it has petrified itself again. The once revolutionary discourse of so-called left-wing theories was unable to bear its own Heraclitean radicalism and thus, curiously endeavoring to create an identity where it proclaimed the non-identity of identity, lost itself in new dualisms – the night of truth. Constituted by contrast, fuelled by a will to power, it quickly bent into cynicism and lack of communication. This absolutism is poor because it stands within the differences that it itself has created but without enduring differences. It stands alone, but not in the chiasm of indignation and reconciliation. In this way, it also constituted many voices of the so-called right-wing discourse, which was only summoned reactively and with one-eyed alertness. Those who bring Ernst Jünger, Martin Heidegger or Carl Schmitt from this agon into the argumentative field usually read one-dimensionally and not in the torn nexus of incisive sickles, which, however, bring the “grand health“. If you are not a Marxist, you are not automatically a fascist. If you think conservatively, you are not automatically not-progressive.
The noblesse rebelle splits the divisions and also makes music between dusk and She thinks ambivalently and dialectically, “dances her life away“ with Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s “on the wire“ and, with Bernhard Waldenfels, allows the strange and alienating in a “radicalisation of the impossible“ that arises from the authentic experience of life itself. Her rhythm is doubly un-emphasized – no-blesse re-belle – her trochee follows the dance and pulls you along. And so its beat beats in the fruitful “no” (no) the drum of “blessing” (blesse) and thus “brings back” (re) what the “bells” (belle) of art promise – the arrival of the “beautiful” (belle). Noblesse rebelle is a dance of hope that seeks where it finds and finds where it lacks. Noblesse rebelle is a poetry of time, which only music gives us; or the word, which has brought itself to full expression. The noblesse rebelle has learned from the universal poetry of Friedrich Schlegel or Novalis. For where it depicts its own actions poetically, its eye cast into the open does not shy away from the fragmentary: it grows into the in-between of the in-between, which enhances the imaginary, the real, where fiction is more convincing than reality. The noblesse rebelle has also learned from quantum mechanics; it went to school with Niels Bohr and Werner Heisenberg. For where she attempts to penetrate into the new space of a viertes Relat (fourth relation) – politically, poetically, philosophically – she thinks her surfaces of meaning and free energies, her new music and her most unique materials exclusively in a both-and, and-not, and-yet, which does not have to be understood to be true: She confronts the vagueness of the as yet unthought, she measures the space of the yet-to-be-thought. The loyalty of the noblesse rebelle thus applies to the sense of possibility because it knows with Søren Kierkegaard that possibility is more real than reality.
Knut Hamsun teaches us the hunger that is orthodox. The faith associated with it is upright. In the Kalevala, it is written: “Kunpa nälkäni näkisit” – If only you knew my hunger. This desire is the hunger for life. The noblesse rebelle thirsts for innocence, it craves the vital. It is not only higher or deeper than all polarities but more oblique because it is purer. Rebellious nobility is pure because it is free from the stain of guilt, which God itself does not bear witness to. The rebellious nobility is pure because it is not free from empathy with the witnessed suffering of people. The rebellious nobility is pure because it thinks against injustice without the need for confrontation. It thinks in crosses, it sinks and rises in the thrust of inclinations that reconcile Acropolis, Capitol and Golgotha, but also Giza, Mecca and Varanasi in the dissonance of a higher harmony. Its mood, therefore, also feels, with Georges Bataille, that in God’s place, there is only the possible impossible because the ultimate power radiates especially from the edges of the “extremes of the possible. “ The noblesse rebelle preserves where it breaks; it advances where it rests. Why? Because it is not only gained from the fruitful veto but also from the fruitful paradox that is not committed to any ideology but to the excellence of the Logos alone. It writes poetry, prays and thinks in the sublimity of true humanitas. It paints, kneels, and contemplates the excellence of its true ἐντελέχεια (entelecheia). Its most real activity and its goal is, therefore, the Θέωσις (theosis), the deification promised to all people through the grace of omnipotence. God became man so that man could become God – everything depends on this movement and only on this movement. The noblesse rebelle sticks to the Church Fathers and has not forgotten what Christ said in his Sermon on the Mount: “Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.” She dares to go to extremes because she has understood that perfection means humility.
The true origin of noblesse rebelle is, therefore, the turmoil of love, where the heart is troubled by the torment of its We rebel because we love! Its source is the tumult of knowledge, where the mind is thrown into turmoil because the truth withers away. We rebel because we recognize! Its source is the turmoil of creation, where the hands are in turmoil because only a few still drink from the cup of poiesis. We rebel because we create! The noblesse rebelle is therefore not only directed against insincere or erroneous consensus, but also against the mere “against the consensus”. Its love, realization, and creative power are more diagonal than the war noise of contrasts. Its voice jeopardizes completely different turmoil than that of yes and no. Its “no” is the hyperbolic no of “yes and no”, the absolute no of a promise of mutual interpenetration without losing one’s own identity: Parmenides and Heraclitus, Edmund Husserl and Fernando Pessoa, Simone Weil and Walter Benjamin, Trinitatis and Trimūrti. This excellence of the Logos is its appeal; this cloister of miracles is its tumultus. But who is able to fall and rise with it? The rebellious nobility calls for its own, it longs for a sovereignty of reconciliation of distance and a closeness of indignation. He who has ears to hear, let him hear!
Do we need any more words? Aren’t our hearts already glowing, and aren’t our eyes sparkling? A nobility of subversion, an aristocracy in punk, dignified and transgressive, perfect in form and still vibrant, everything to everyone and nothing to anyone. But caute! We cry out with Baruch de Spinoza: no mannerism of desperately attempted originality, radicalism, or profundity may determine atopic locations here. No sophisms are permitted to create conciseness and excess here. Only the splendor of natural overflow, as it belongs to the theotic nature of man, should nobly rebel here. We must not only fight in order to survive. We may fight to become divine. Our salvation lies in the sur-reality beyond A and non-A, but also beyond all mere mediations of A, B, and C. We break the chains of merely dianoetic reason in our Andersdenken. Whoever also thinks D because he thinks A, B, and C, but D, as well, thinks the fourth relation of D differently. But who thinks differently with us and with us differently? Who thinks in the second intermediate behind the left, below the right, and diagonally from the center? Who thinks of the inner grey of new colors? Who thinks like an aurora Borealis? The different thinking of the noblesse rebelle is the electrometeoric thinking that has sworn allegiance to the bright lustre of the ambers, where they promise a final unveiling: to being human, to being here, to the earth, to God!
Our tumultuousness is directed towards this humanity beyond the. Our fertility is thus the inwardness of a force that, in its dynamism, becomes the extimacy of all. Our focus is, therefore, on the personality of the individual, the truly aristocratic, as Søren Kierkegaard also emphasized. We want to be creative for the individual, which we all are. We work for the minority of all because we are the majority of individuals. The aristocracy of the theotic person is the true nobility: the aristocracy of the heart, the aristocracy of the mind, and the aristocracy of the hands. The angels even serve us for this nobility, as the Cherubic Wanderer knows. And how smoothly the contemplative monk rebels in his cell, where he commands God. How nobly the ink-saturated pen revolts in the philosopher’s hand as it glides over the grey paper, foreshadowing a new color in the darkness. And finally, how gracefully the composer listens for melodies in the long silence of darkness. Who still knows the kiss of the Muses, how it cuts through the ordinary, the in-spiration, where the sacred awakens our poetic Eros? Who still laughs the way children laugh when they see, with Federico García Lorca, how a yellow tree turns into birds? The noblesse rebelle is intimately familiar with Friedrich Hölderlin’s Kindersinn (childlike spirit), which the gods nourish with their genius. She has neither forgotten how to dream nor to trust her fantasies. She celebrates the aesthetics of disobedience against the algorithm because she knows what the present needs most: a new culture of form – an art of the human imagination, the human imagination of art, and the imaginations of the species. In short, it is the creative veto against the dangers of a digital dictatorship of appearances that threatens to take away our outer and inner images.
The noblesse rebelle releases stirring energies, not because vanity has been insulted, but because theosis can only be achieved through a sovereignty of absolute She takes off like a Corvus Albus, and holds itself in excess of itself. She stings down like the white ravens, one with the sword of the Lord as it descended from the heavens. The noblesse rebelle is the excess of reconciliation because her love is sufficient only for God. Christ was noblesse rebelle. So, whoever counts himself among the rebellious nobility is not – in his own way – also following Christ? Are they not, in their own way, joining the ἀρχή (arché) of being, the rule of the primordial ground? But the Buddha was also noblesse rebelle, just as Confucius and Socrates were. The four that Karl Jaspers describes as paradigmatic individuals because they became the standard for our lives, values, goals, and hopes. They served the noble and constituted it themselves. They have shown the face of true nobility: service in excellence! They stood against the poison of false conformity and all too human pusillanimity. They rebelled against the barren and fought for freedom beyond the mediocre. The paradigmatic individuals rule because they love deeper than the shadows of old nights whisper. The paradigmatic individuals rule because they rebelled more thoroughly than any discord ever confessed to shame. They thus remain the ideals of every noblesse rebelle, because they brought peace.
And because this always radicalizes an impossibility, we can also call life in and from the noblesse rebelle the name for a hyper-phenomenological life: It tears the excess of life out of all orders into a reconciliation of contrasts, where these only contrast what actually tends into the flood of splendor. Where dualism forgets its narrow-mindedness, it promises a new ethos that is just as old as the truth. The reconciliation of diversity, however, is wisdom. In this experience of the deeper relations of the profundal, where every ground sees itself abyssed by a bottomlessness (verabgrundet von einem Grundlosen) – pro-fundus – the noblesse rebelle also perfects itself in its marble face, but of flesh and Do you already see the eye of life, where it looks as it believes? Its light-soaked eternity is ineffable, just as the individual human being is. Yet its gaze is even more rigorous than the aversion to the lukewarmness that we are known to spit out of our mouths. The eye of life sees, but without being seen. It rebels in the looking nobility and thus attracts all eyes to itself. It gazes with Nietzsche at the mysterious bark; it sits with Phaidros under the platanis orientalis; and it weeps with Beethoven to his Choral Fantasy. The noblesse rebelle preserves the soul in beauty in order to be more true than just beautiful. The noblesse rebelle preserves the soul in the good in order to be holier than merely good. Only in this maturity will there be peace through the rebellious nobility. There, where the pre-fold light (Vorfaltenlicht) hammers the Alps and the valleys into the posture of tender hearts of a new culture of form.
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