Cosima's Diaries
Recordings by Cosima Wagner between 1869 and 1883
Cosima Wagner kept her diaries from 1 January 1869 at Tribschen until the night before Wagner’s death in Venice on 13 February 1883. She wrote them for her children, so that Siegfried would one day know his father “truly,” and she wrote nearly every day: Wagner’s talk, his dreams, the evening readings, the music, the visitors, debts and quarrels. No other source lets us hear him thinking aloud for so long. The diaries follow the Tribschen idyll, the building of the Bayreuth festival theatre and the composition of Parsifal.
The entries are arranged by year and month and each can be opened on its own page. The sections below trace the main lines of the diaries.
Cosima Wagner began her diaries at Tribschen on 1 January 1869 and kept them until the night before Wagner’s death in Venice on 13 February 1883. She wrote them for her children, and above all for Siegfried, so that he would one day know his father “truly,” and she wrote nearly every day: what Wagner said at breakfast, his dreams, the evening readings of Shakespeare, Calderón and Goethe, the music played at the piano, the visitors, illnesses, debts and quarrels. No other source lets us hear Wagner thinking aloud for so long, or shows so clearly how his ideas moved in his last fourteen years. At Tribschen the household lives in a private idyll, sealed by the birth of a son and by marriage, with the Ring resumed and Nietzsche a frequent guest. From 1872 everything turns to Bayreuth and the building of a festival theatre, achieved through years of fundraising and near collapse. After the 1876 Ring the diaries draw inward to Parsifal, written at Wahnfried and finished on long Italian journeys, while Wagner’s talk reaches toward a religion of compassion drawn from Schopenhauer, Buddhism and the Gospels. The same pages record, often and plainly, the antisemitism of both Wagner and Cosima.
Tribschen. The first pages are a confession. Cosima, who had left Hans von Bülow for Wagner, calls her love “a rebirth, a deliverance,” and writes under a constant sense of guilt toward her husband that she never lost. The years at Tribschen bring the birth of Siegfried in June 1869, her divorce and her marriage to Wagner in the Protestant church at Lucerne on 25 August 1870, the Franco-Prussian War, the essay Beethoven and the completion of Siegfried. On her birthday that Christmas she woke to the Siegfried Idyll played on the staircase. Nietzsche first called on 17 May 1869 and became almost one of the family; his manuscript on the birth of tragedy arrived as a Christmas gift in 1870. Wagner’s remarks already circle the themes of his last years. Music, he said in November 1869, “is the direct product of Christianity, as is the saint,” and the next spring he described the Knight of the Grail as free because “he acts, not in his own behalf, but for others.” If anyone asked whether there was a God, he said in 1870, he would answer that at a moment when thousands are singing to him, “God is alive, he is there.”
Founding Bayreuth. In April 1871 the Wagners first saw Bayreuth; its baroque opera house “will not do for us at all; so we must build.” The foundation stone was laid in the rain on 22 May 1872, Wagner’s birthday, followed by the Ninth Symphony in the old opera house. The next four years are full of patrons, Wagner societies, singers, architects, concert tours and money. A royal loan in 1874 rescued the enterprise, and the family moved into Wahnfried that April. On 21 November 1874 Wagner finished the score of Götterdämmerung, a day Cosima remembered with tears, because he was hurt to find her reading a letter from her father at that moment. In between, Cosima converted to Protestantism on 31 October 1872 and took Communion with Wagner: “I felt as if our bond had only now been truly sealed.”
The first festival. The Ring was given complete for the first time in August 1876, before the German Emperor and much of musical Europe. The diaries record the mishaps as well as the triumph, and the exhaustion afterwards: looking back that November, Wagner said his main feeling during the performances had been “Never again, never again!” The festival left a large deficit, and the autumn in Italy brought two meetings that would shape the coming years: the last time the Wagners spent with Nietzsche, at Sorrento, and the first meeting with Count Arthur de Gobineau in Rome on 30 November.
The Parsifal years. Wagner began Parsifal in earnest in 1877 and finished the prose draft on 28 February (“The Redeemer unchained!” Cosima wrote) and the poem on 19 April. Composing the Communion scene that August, he told her that “this scene of Holy Communion will be the main scene, the core of the whole work.” The music grew slowly through 1878 and 1879 beside the founding of the Bayreuther Blätter, the regenerative essays and campaigns against vivisection, and the widening break with Nietzsche. In 1880 the family moved to Naples, where Paul von Joukowsky joined them as stage designer and the garden at Ravello suggested Klingsor’s magic garden; in Siena that August the cathedral moved Wagner to tears and became a model for the Temple of the Grail. That November he conducted the Prelude privately for King Ludwig in Munich. Gobineau stayed at Wahnfried in 1881, and Wagner read his books on race and on the Persians with growing enthusiasm. The score was finished in Palermo on 13 January 1882. “With this, as with all his other works,” Cosima wrote, “he had feared being interrupted by death.”
The premiere and Venice. Sixteen performances of Parsifal followed in July and August 1882, conducted by Hermann Levi. Wagner asked that the audience not call the singers out after the second act, rebuked a chorister for joking about the bread, and at the last performance took the baton himself for the end of the third act. The family then settled in the Palazzo Vendramin in Venice. The last months bring the news of Gobineau’s death, Liszt’s long visit, Hans von Bülow’s breakdown, and on Christmas Eve a performance at La Fenice of the symphony Wagner had written at nineteen, played as a birthday present to Cosima. He was weakened by repeated heart spasms, and he was still talking about writing symphonies and an essay on the feminine. The last entry, on 12 February 1883, ends with him at the piano playing the Rhinedaughters’ lament: “Extraordinary that I saw this so clearly at that time!”
Spirituality. The diaries are themselves partly a religious document. Cosima wrote under a sense of “unatonable guilt” toward Bülow and turned it into a discipline of renunciation. After her conversion she took Communion regularly, writing in 1873 that “the only true communion with people is before the altar,” and she read Meister Eckhart, Tauler, the Theologia Germanica and the Imitation of Christ (“Non sum! How dearly I should like to make that my motto!”). Her devotion to Wagner took the same form, and she wrote that in him she found “not my happiness, but my salvation.”
Wagner’s own faith was heterodox and he said so. Its foundation was Schopenhauer: “it was Schopenhauer who revealed Christianity to me,” he told Cosima in 1879. Through Schopenhauer came Buddhism and the Vedanta, which run through the diaries from first to last: the Buddhist drama Die Sieger, often planned and never written; the Brahmin saying “tat tvam asi,” which he spoke to Cosima at Christmas 1874; readings of the Bhagavad-Gita, the Upanishads and, in Venice, a new life of the Buddha. He set the two traditions side by side rather than choosing between them. Brahmanism was “the religion of intelligence,” but Christianity stood above it as “the religion of suffering.” Buddhism was “a flowering of the human spirit” with no church and no compulsion, and by studying the Buddha, he said in 1882, “one learns to understand Christianity.” Cosima put the difference in a sentence of her own: “Buddha does not move one, he teaches; Christ teaches by moving.”
At the centre stood Christ, kept apart from the church. “I do not believe in God, but in godliness, which is revealed in a Jesus without sin,” Wagner said in 1879, and he repeatedly complained that people “think only of the church and confuse this with Christianity.” In his last years he said that he recognized “no religion except compassion,” extended to animals as well as people, and this lay behind his vegetarian leanings and his fury at vivisection. Art was to carry what the churches had lost. “Art makes religions eternal,” he said in 1872; music was “the only possible church nowadays”; and in 1879 he gave the core of Religion and Art in a sentence, that religion should “influence ethics, and allow faith to be represented by art, which can transform illusion into truth.” “The path from religion to art bad, from art to religion good,” he noted in 1880.
Parsifal was where these ideas met, and the diaries show how carefully he guarded its tone. He called it “his most propitiatory work” and spoke of it as the dream vision of a rite, not the rite itself. He kept Christ off the stage on principle: “One cannot paint Christ, but one can portray him in music,” and to have Christ sung by a tenor was “a disgusting idea.” What he hoped for from his audience was less instruction than inward change, a recognition of suffering that leads to compassion and resignation. In December 1882 he said he would never again try to explain his ideas on the blood of Christ: “these are things one all of a sudden grasps.” Six weeks later, talking of Nature’s cruelty, he said it went on “until the appearance of the Saviour on the cross,” and added, “in the urge to put an end to the whole of Nature’s will to live.”
Nietzsche. The diaries hold the whole arc of the friendship. Nietzsche arrives in 1869 as a brilliant young professor who “knows R.’s works thoroughly,” spends holidays at Tribschen, writes The Birth of Tragedy under Wagner’s spell and stands beside him at the foundation stone. Cosima noticed early “a dubious streak” in him. The last meetings were at Sorrento in 1876. When Human, All Too Human arrived in April 1878, Wagner resolved not to read it, and by 1879 Cosima wrote that Nietzsche had “committed the one sin which cannot be atoned for, the sin against the Holy Ghost.” In later years Wagner spoke of him with contempt and some sorrow, as a promising mind that the modern world had ruined, while Cosima admitted that she could still remember only his friendly side.
Antisemitism. Hostile remarks about Jews by both Wagner and Cosima recur from the first year to the last, aimed at the press, critics, money, Meyerbeer and the modern theatre. In 1873 Wagner opposed intermarriage in racial terms, and the remarks grow harsher from 1879, when the antisemitic movement gathered in Berlin. That October, reading a speech by Adolf Stoecker, he was “in favor of expelling them entirely.” In December 1881, after the Ringtheater fire in Vienna, Cosima records him making “a drastic joke to the effect that all Jews should be burned at a performance of Nathan der Weise.” From 1881 Gobineau’s racial theories enter the conversation, though Wagner usually set Christianity against them; in June 1881 he was “downright explosive in favor of Christian theories in contrast to racial ones,” and that December he said that races were “done for, and all that can now make an impact is, as I have ventured to express it, the blood of Christ.” He also refused to sign the 1880 petition to Bismarck against the Jews, declined to let the Bayreuther Blätter join the agitation, and complained that nobody had noticed what Know Thyself said about “our own blame for our situation.”
The same diaries show Wagner depending on Jewish colleagues, above all Joseph Rubinstein, Angelo Neumann and Hermann Levi, and they show how that dependence was poisoned. In 1880 Wagner said he could not let Levi conduct Parsifal “unbaptized,” and in 1881 he told him he hoped to find “a formula which will make you feel completely one of us.” When an anonymous letter that summer made Levi ask to be released, Wagner wrote persuading him to return, and Levi conducted every performance in 1882 and was with the family in Venice in February 1883. One of the last entries records Wagner saying that “the Jews, the good ones,” were “condemned to a gently resigned asceticism.”
Because the diaries run to thousands of entries, the table below is a finding aid rather than a summary. Choose a year and month to browse, or search the entries, then open a day to read it in full.
| Date | Word Count | Subject |
|---|---|---|
| September 1, 1880 | 184 | R., after a good night, joked about my stigmata but soon turned to money troubles and his exhaustion with the Ring, lamenting that financial need forced him to negotiate with theaters and dream aloud of going to America to preserve Parsifal. He wrote on Jager’s behalf, walked with the children along the highway, and ended the day listening as Pepino sang folk songs and comparing them with what a true artist can make from such melodies. |
| September 2, 1880 | 377 | R. woke from a confused dream about forgetting my birthday, and the episode left me with a strangely tender feeling, especially as I reflected that my name day would likely pass unnoticed. He spoke ruefully of having no money except for spiritual gifts, reminisced over a bizarre Dresden gift of oversized yellow gloves, and in the evening ranged from the Berlin Congress and the Chileans to Gothic architecture and his disgust at theatricalizing the Last Supper in the Mass. |
| September 3, 1880 | 326 | In splendid weather R. was affectionate and exuberant, praising my article so warmly that only his love made such excess bearable. We drove out to the Osservanza monastery, admired the Robbia altar and the beautiful views, then spent the evening on religion, art, and a generous note from Hans von Bülow, though the monks’ harsh singing had jarred us badly. |
| September 4, 1880 | 69 | R. rose feeling seriously ill and feared dysentery, so I called the doctor, who found fever but prescribed rest along with medicine. The enforced quiet helped him enough that by evening he was up again and speaking animatedly about the Franco-Prussian War. |
| September 5, 1880 | 234 | R. had a miserable feverish night and spent the whole day pale, tired, and lying down, while I stayed beside him reading Tieck aloud. The children’s friendly acquaintance with the wandering clergyman who says Mass in our house amused us and opened his curious library to us, but the story itself proved too flat to finish, and by evening I still feared R. was running a temperature. |
| September 6, 1880 | 1,165 | R. slept better and recovered enough that we rested together late into the morning in unusual tenderness, then he amused himself with Fliegende Blatter while venting disgust at militarism, patriotic bombast, and the brutality of modern politics. Money worries and thoughts of America returned as he spoke of protecting Parsifal and sparing Fidi military service, yet by afternoon he was in the garden with us again, laughing over the children’s cathedral drawings, inventing a family magazine title from my slip of the tongue, and ending the day in lively talk about saints, hypocrisy, and the deep pleasure he took in the countryside here. |
| September 7, 1880 | 448 | R. woke laughing from an absurd dream about a mangled Tannhäuser performance under Richter where missing instruments forced the singers to speak. The day stayed buoyant as he walked the vineyards in fine health, traded reflections on saints, princes, the army, and Bismarck, and ended by being deeply charmed and amused in equal measure while reading Werther. |
| September 8, 1880 | 311 | After a good night, R. felt a healing turn in his condition and spent the day ruling lines in his score while returning again and again to Werther, which he treated as the core of Goethe. He praised its purity of feeling, criticized Lotte with sharp impatience, and though wearied by evening, remained absorbed by the book and by talk of redemption, travel, and scattered minds. |
| September 9, 1880 | 202 | R. was not fully satisfied with his health, but he stayed lively, joking about Fidi and regretting that a portrait had not been made years earlier before age marked him so much. While I was laid low by dizziness, he came to sit with me after the storm, laughed over some verses, dismissed overly intimate poetry as something better kept private, and later we finished Werther in a mood of shared emotion. |
| September 10, 1880 | 324 | R. rose tender and cheerful, spoke with affection in the bedroom, and compared me to both Werther and Lotte at once. Storms kept us indoors, so he ruled lines, joked over my taste in paintings, played national hymns while reflecting on the Marseillaise and German song, and ended the evening by rejecting Tasso as hollow chatter but delighting in Egmont. |
| September 11, 1880 | 276 | With mosquitoes absent and spirits high, R. mocked the empty wisdom of Tasso and praised Egmont for its humanity and Shakespearean breadth. He ruled twelve pages, then joined me and the children for a vineyard walk before reading Egmont aloud so powerfully that the children sat deeply moved by his voice, face, and gestures. |
| September 12, 1880 | 247 | R. was restless in the night and worried about a painful ear, yet he stayed animated through breakfast talk on Egmont, admiring it while also noting its abrupt dramatic construction. After work and a pleasurable walk in the fresh countryside, the evening turned to Schopenhauer and then to a cutting remark from him about the Jews devoted to his cause. |
| September 13, 1880 | 294 | Though he had slept poorly, R. came up cheerful, teasing the children like a thunderstorm and settling to work before breakfast. He spoke of going to America to secure Bayreuth’s independence, felt wounded by the King's silence, then spent the rest of the day in good humor with a vineyard walk, reading, praise for Fidi, and jokes that ended in laughter over Brackenburg becoming a bandage maker. |
| September 14, 1880 | 332 | R. slept well, worked early, and drifted from musical trifles into weighty thoughts on Shakespeare, arguing that the histories strip away illusion and force one to confront life before seeking grace. I fell faint at lunch in the oppressive weather but recovered quickly enough for a drive with him, and the day closed with talk of war, emigration, and his growing attachment to the place. |
| September 15, 1880 | 111 | Breakfast centered on the children and how they should be raised, then shifted to politics as R. scoffed at the socialists for building everything on the state while leaving no room for religion or faith. A report of Bismarck's diplomatic thinking astonished and amused him, especially because he recognized in it the worldview of C. Frantz and joked that they were still ruling the world. |
| September 16, 1880 | 34 | My father arrived from Rome at four, and we all went out in beautiful weather to meet him. R. was especially warm and playful, greeting the moment with a lighthearted remark about the gay old sparks not being so easily dismissed. |
| September 17, 1880 | 80 | She toured the cathedral with her father while R. stayed behind at his line ruling, and the outing sharpened her sense of how youthful and lively he still was beside her more impassive father. Their shared life felt cheerful and resilient, sustained by R.'s wit, though he was mildly frustrated that conversation kept circling back to people rather than larger matters. |
| September 18, 1880 | 129 | After sleeping well, R. was driven by the cold weather to long even more for Venice. A letter from Malwida set off an impassioned defense of Luther and a nuanced condemnation of the Reformation's outcome, which filled her with admiration for how deeply he seemed rooted in his nation, while he also enjoyed reading Merimee and commented sharply on Russia's conduct in war. |
| September 19, 1880 | 184 | Her toothache disturbed R.'s sleep, but the day still unfolded in a mostly calm, domestic way with piano duets and conversation. A small tension arose when her father felt slighted about his playing, yet R. repaired the situation and restored good spirits, and the entry preserves several of his striking remarks on professors, Mozart, and the butterfly. |
| September 20, 1880 | 209 | The cold rain strengthened their wish to leave, while R. worked steadily and spoke frankly about her father in a way that unexpectedly led to greater ease between them. Music, dancing, teasing, and cards filled the evening, and even the dreary weather was redeemed by the sociable warmth it forced indoors. |
| September 21, 1880 | 155 | Sun and inspiration lifted R.'s mood, and he eagerly noted a new musical idea for the third act of Parsifal before becoming deeply moved by Luther's catechism. A vineyard walk ended in fatigue after he strayed onto rougher ground, and the day closed with her father's Beethoven playing and renewed talk from R. about the impossibility of teaching such music properly. |
| September 22, 1880 | 158 | R. was worn down by a cold, bad sleep, and the loss of privacy at breakfast irritated him enough to describe his whole nature as a series of extremes rather than anything moderate. The afternoon walk with her was beautiful and exalting, while the evening brought her father's Dante, reservations from R. about its subject, reflections on the Parsifal prelude, and another return to Luther. |
| September 23, 1880 | 264 | In a contented mood after a good night, R. joked about converting her father to Lutheranism and spoke seriously about the need for a clearer discipline around Schopenhauer. Their outing with the children, from the Palazzo Pubblico to the cathedral, delighted her because he admired key works and landscapes in his own way, though later an ale upset him and damped the evening. |
| September 24, 1880 | 306 | R. slept badly and was haunted again by the dream that she would leave him, joined this time by the children in the nightmare's cruelty, which cast a shadow over the day. Even so, she finished revising his article and praised it warmly, he completed the ruled groundwork for his score and looked ahead to Venice, and by night Parsifal returned in a powerful household performance that revived everyone's feeling. |
| September 25, 1880 | 494 | Fatigue, an early rising for her father's departure, and last corrections to his article left R. irritable, yet he still presented her with the fully ruled Parsifal score and read Schopenhauer aloud. Their long talk ranged across Gothic art, architecture, peasants, Etruscans, electricity, vegetarianism, and the moral nature of artists, revealing a day dense with ideas despite weariness and some somber thoughts about her father. |
| September 26, 1880 | 230 | R. woke rested and immediately resumed his reflections on Indian culture, and over breakfast they made a hard financial decision meant to protect Parsifal by limiting publication to the piano score. A failed joke briefly chilled the household, but the arrival of Fidchen and Joukowsky restored the mood, and the day ended with vivid reactions to Orvieto, cathedral ornament, and R.'s ongoing hostility toward Rome and the papal legacy. |
| September 27, 1880 | 229 | On Saint Cosmas day, she gives R. a small present and the household erupts in laughter when he mistakes her name day for his own. Before leaving Siena, he works on a letter to the King, comments eagerly on French politics and old acquaintances, and later reads aloud from his biography in a light, amused mood. |
| September 28, 1880 | 497 | R. wakes cheerfully but is saddened by autumn and longs to be in Venice, away from the turning leaves and the tedious practical matters tied to his letter to the King. The day ranges from talk about her difficult-to-describe father to music with Lusch, sharp judgments on Beethoven and Goethe, a cold walk among cypresses, and more satisfied reflection on French politics. |
| September 29, 1880 | 250 | A book from her father prompts a discussion with R. about whether a new religion could arise in modern society, and he replies that money would first have to lose its power over life. Their landlord's meanness toward servants darkens his mood, and after feeling tired, cold, and irritable, he spends the evening reading from his biography. |
| September 30, 1880 | 122 | Though R. has rested, he is low and easily upset, even taking offense at a suggestion about Siegfried visiting Ravenna with Jouk. He says everything around him deepens his melancholy, from his health to the rooms and the town itself, so they hurry to pack and prepare to leave for Venice. |
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