"Difficulty of writing about Nietzsche increases when it concerns the metaphor. Isn’t it reducing the Nietzschean text, which is outside of the most traditional categories, to talk about it conceptually? Isn’t it a paradox to just use concepts in writing about a philosopher who favors the metaphor? Shouldn’t one to be true to Nietzsche adopt a metaphorical “style” which signifies that philosophy and poetry are not opposed to each other and that “the display of mathematics doesn’t belong to the essence of philosophy”? That would also betray Nietzsche, for whom philosophy, if it is not science, isn’t poetry either. Impossible to classify in any existing category, it demands the invention of a new kind of writing, irreducible to any other: “Great perplexity: is philosophy an art or a science? It’s an art in its ends and it’s products. But its method of expression, the exposition by means of concepts, it has in common with science. It’s a form of poetry. Impossible to classify. We have to invent a new category.” (N.R.F.(?))
There is not one philosophical method, one road to follow, tracked by all eternity or even tracked by Nietzsche, and which we have to follow in our turn:
“I have arrived at my truth by many roads and as many ways; I have not ascended just one ladder to the height from where my eye can see in the distance. And it’s always been reluctantly that I’ve claimed my road. It was always contrary to my taste! I have always preferred to question and test the roads themselves. To question and test, that has been my way of walking, and in truth, one has to learn to answer to similar questions! Because this is of my taste: it is not a bad, nor a good taste, but it is my taste, from which I can not hide nor be ashamed. But is this now my way or is it your way? This is my answer who would ask about “the way”. Because the way doesn’t exist,”
or so said Zarathustra." (ASZ, Of the spirit of gravity)
There is no “the way” because there is no equal moment in time. A way is always created live, on the spot. Improvisers are leaders, systematicians servants, wheels in the machine of the experienced creative mind. There is no system to attain to: only the body in it’s optimal form. The physical body and the body of the mind, which both need to be understood to survive. Understanding both to perfection is the aim of any culture which is worth it’s salt.
These methods have to be devised. Methods come and methods go - but some remain in action very long. Poetic styles are the guiders of wit and clever quicksilver mind. as well in science as in poetry. I am convinced of this by the natural sense of humor of the theoretical physicist. There is a poetry to the universe, and what’s poetic about it is our aim when we interpret it. The idea of an aim itself is poetic.
As a mechanism poetry uses absurdity of language exposed to an unsettling effect, thereby communicating more ‘profoundly’ than with logical dialectic. More physical, bypassing a lot of muck of habit and going directly to the place where shit needs to happen. What’s important to us all (Look out for the giant octopus behind you, by the way) is to look out for a constructive poetry, one that will provide our allegorical ‘senses to which we come back’ with durability. No more postmodern, everything is everything look a little bunny flashes but more soberly impressive, properly glamorous, hypnotic imagery.