The sigil of Mephistopheles.
A blog dedicated to sharing any material related to the Faust tradition.
Alas! You have shattered
The beautiful world
With brazen fist;
It falls, it is scattered—
By a demigod destroyed.
Choir of Spirits, Goethe’s Faust I
Illustration by Delacroix of Mephistopheles flying over Wittenberg, 1828
bass Boris Christoff sings Mephistopholes’ aria, Le veau d’or, from Gounod’s Faust.
Do you not hear, I have no thought of joy!
The reeling whirl I seek, the most painful excess,
Enamored hate and quickening distress.
Cured from the craving to know all, my mind
Shall not henceforth be closed to any pain,
And what is portioned out to all mankind,
I shall enjoy deep in myself, contain
Within my spirit summit and abyss,
Pile on my breast their agony and bliss,
And thus let my own self grow into theirs, unfettered,
Till as they are, at last I, too, am shattered.
Faust (Goethe’s Faust I)
Well, if a god works hard for six whole days, my friend,
And then says bravo in the end,
It ought to have a little worth.
Mephistopheles (Goethe’s Faust I)