"His
face is turned towards 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."
from Angel of History by Walter Benjamin |