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Angel of Progress
12.07.06 (11:59 am)   [edit]

Angelus NovusAngelus Novus

"A Klee painting named 'Angelus Novus' shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress." --Walter Benjamin, Illuminations

This is a beautiful parable, and a complex metaphor that brings with it more questions than answers. The angel of history focuses on the past. We see history as a series of causes and effects, a logical, linear progression that leads from our origins to where we are now. But the angel sees history as a whole--a multi-dimensional being whose existence is a catastrophe, endlessly destroying itself, leaving the artifacts of horror at the angel's feet.

Every ounce of the angel's soul yearns toward this tragedy, toward his desire to solve the horror, to resurrect what has been killed. "But a storm is blowing from paradise," and this storm "has got caught" in his wings. Paradise is the origin, lives somewhere distant in the past, and from this past moment a terrible gale blows. The angel has trapped the gale within his own wings, but the gale is so powerful that the angel cannot close his wings.

And though the angel has trapped the storm, the storm is still irresistible. The wind blows the angel inexorably into the future--a future to which the angel has his back turned. And all the while, the catastrophe of our history continues to destroy itself, its empty bones piling up toward the sky.

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posted by: akelso (reply)
post date: 12.10.06 (5:29 pm)

Hey there, Taboo.

I'm fascinated by the interpretive analysis of Klee's piece - especially the direction of past and present according to the oreintation of the physicality of this "angel."

When I look up and right, according to Grinder (NLP) I'm recalling the details of the past. On the other hand when I look up and left, I'm constructing imagined data (or more simply put, just "making it up!") All bets are off if my dominant neurolinguistic system is reversed!

Anyway, this is only a cursory and spontaneous response to your post - I'd like to return and reflect more deeply again soon! How cool.

- Andrea



posted by: tabootenente (reply)
post date: 12.11.06 (5:05 am)

smart of you to know your tells--now that we yankees must leave the illegal, virtual poker tables. it is interesting that we store constructions of the past in one set of neural coordinates, and then maintain a separate set of neural coordinates for the act of constructing the present moment from our constructions of the past--our lies, our experiments, our "faces to meet the faces that you meet" (eliot). doesn't seem like a very organized system, huh?

the business with Angelus Novus interests me because of the way it provokes a vivid image of history. unconsciously we think of history as linear, as a story. and we also think of history as the past--and think of the present as separate, or at least the fulfillment of a lengthy, linear path.

we can't help but see this figure as the angel of history (the present-moment I who has transcended history"). in order to understand ourselves, we look to our artifacts--the evidence or debris, gravestones, icons of the past. we believe we are the evolutionary result.

and the storm is blowing from the past--from a place we think of as paradise, as eden, our innocence--and irresistibly blowing us into the future. the more distance between us and eden, the more artifacts of decay.

but the angel doesn't see a trail of destruction, a long, gruesome path back through a linear history. instead, the angel sees a growing mountain collecting itself at the angel's feet. and because the angel yearns to clear or fix the destruction, the angel can only look at the present moment by looking backward.

in this metaphor, walter benjamin literally says that we have a backward way of looking forward. this image defines our way of understanding progress, and defines benjamin's sense of the tragedy that comes from our habitual nostalgia.

taboo



posted by: surrogate (reply)
post date: 12.13.06 (4:59 am)

"this image defines our way of understanding progress, and defines benjamin's sense of the tragedy that comes from our habitual nostalgia."

Had I been able to simply write (or internalize) that sentence, I could have avoided wasting years of my time working on my first two stories.




posted by: seochris (reply)
post date: 12.13.06 (10:35 pm)

good post
thanks



posted by: tabootenente (reply)
post date: 12.16.06 (7:54 am)

thanks, seochris.



posted by: tabootenente (reply)
post date: 12.16.06 (7:55 am)

surr,

why do you say that about the work you put into your first two stories?

taboo


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