On Poets This chapter reads like Zarathustra saying: "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed" to poets a

On Poets

This chapter reads like Zarathustra saying: "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed" to poets and poetry. "And which of us poets has not adulterated his wine?" Zarathustra asks. The "wine" here is not actually wine.

My edition has lots of endnotes in this chapter. Nietzsche's making a lot of allusions. It seems like this was one he was really invested in, because — I am guessing — he is so in love with poetry and wants poets to try harder.